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Dedicated to the eternal wanderer ...

Pieces of life ...

I remember how my mother screamed,
When I gave birth ...
From the joy that the name can give
To whom so waited !!!

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Uncle Tolya with champagne and oranges ...
At home, at least, "roll the ball".
With a cry, the mother gave birth to a son,
And he already has an appetite!

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In the taiga and waist in the snow
Early in the morning before school through the night ...
So far, I can not say,
Could she help me?

What they taught, I do not remember already.
Only the road and night, and the moon ...
A long way-all of the study's plot,
And the silent taiga is shrouded ...

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I remember geese in the sky high ...
It's cold, father is at the fire ...
"Do not shoot, they're so far away ..."
And more about them with the mother.

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I do not remember my first flight
To the mainland.
There was an IL-14, such a plane ...
There was a cry!

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A cucumber, of course, smells like a cucumber.
This smell, bringing home,
That the backpack was filled by my father,
Caught the smelt in the winter!
(Kolyma residents will understand)

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I'm nine years old ... and the first love ...
And blood beats.
And the first verse,
The world is quiet from the unexpected ...

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First cigarette and secret ...
And my father, ready to scold.
Not on purpose, but not by accident
I lit a cigarette and did not throw it ...

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And the first dance is wet hands
From agony
Thoughts of different,
But beautiful!

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Childhood,
And next door
The life of an adult vanity ...
Another stage ...

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

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