Suum cuique

                Посвящено б.д. и б.в.л. Алексу.


The sky was on the ground ash-gray skin in the fifty-sixth day the evil of February.
Smoldering with Sunday red stars cigarette butt with a sad sigh again as a gift accepted the earth.
 Bird broke her voice.
The sounds of the spring song do not break the ice.
 "I want to fail, be vulnerable-naked, to throw off thin feathers in a bosom of river water.
On depth alone remember the prayer stones, in the underwater house, like me, are dumb.
 Red Koi fish with soft fins hide, as God in his hands, from a long winter.
 This, perhaps, happiness – be freshwater fish tank, to, the Charter, lie down belly on the warm sludge» - thought blankly, the bird, hoping to jump.
The bird struggled with life, wrapped in a cloth wing.

 At the same time, carp with sadness looked at the sky, with the ancient dream to shout and feel the flight. Can you deal with the karma of the mixture of prayers with anger, if not Suum cuique*.

Everyone gets their own.


*Suum cuique (суум куиквэ), лат. – каждому своё, каждому по его заслугам.


28 марта 2012 в 22:37

Из мертвой английской сказки о придворном Поэте, наивном Принце и в.д. Алексе. Главы 430-431.