arikalika @ 2010-07-08T16: 13:00
Один мой друг подбирает stray cats,
carries them home, launder, caresses and feeds. They
in his apartment take root:
Any suitable dispenser, a rug, a ladle,
course, already occupied, remained
This corner, where would not be living this hell.
My friend says they save from death.
I silently turn on the skepticism, nod, rock.
He spends all his money on food and medicine cats,
And I wonder, as he himself has not eaten.
It gives kittens passersby, friends and neighbors.
I also lectured some lame
with ragged ears and golden eyes,
Then still found room on his hands ...
I am the way, a caring son and honorable donor,
I honestly am working, I do not drink, I return loans.
But These valuable qualities are useless,
They do not go to the test, not worth anything,
When at night the windows of someone moaning,
And the singing wires can be heard whistling blades,
When ceiling is lowered, the bottomless darkness,
and death flow into the drains, seeping into the cracks,
When she sits on the edge of the bed
and pats me on the cheek icy hand,
The whole body is reduced, to the sky language soldered,
I looked into her eyes, I can not look away.
My Cat Limping suit falls nearby.
She retreats.
(a) lllytnik
http://lllytnik.livejournal.com/
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