[email protected] 805-875-5153

Shurka

0 Comments
Spread the love

Today: 65

Shurka

Alexander Mogilnikov, the younger brother of my grandmother.

Shura called a boy, not Sasha
twelve years.
No memories, no pieces of paper –
there is nothing.
Nothing that can be increased
to serious the forehead
with what to go through the streets of the capital,
immortal to.
Shurka – snitch, mother of the song sang
have fun with you.
Looked around: Shurka – a handful of ashes
in hell near Moscow.
How he rode the train from Amur
across the Union …
He is an eagle from birth, a boy of Shura,
nevermind a coward
he would have completely reached Berlin –
adult, proud, angry …
But the war pretended to be short –
only the first fight.

… I go to the "Magnet" closer to the night
through the whole area,
and sings about a little blue handkerchief
fat saxophone.
Tomorrow is a holiday, tanks and trams,
striped bow …
Develops a theme in the store
black musician.
Shurka, you would survive, suppose –
would love jazz?
Shura, are you and I even alike?
Maybe – eye color?
You know, I have a son, your namesake,
raves about the war.
Would you come to him, or something, hard
in a bad dream!
… And the caps – in piles at the checkout,
stars are burning.
I take coconut oil
White chocolate.

Natalya Razuvakina
May 8, 2018

Subscribe to the Predaniya.ru channel on Telegram so as not to miss interesting news and articles!

Join us on the Yandex.Zen channel!