Ryazan, thirteen, a first big movie,
The pianist is tough inside,
The screen is darned, there is a woman:
Her draining feeling keeps me high.
I’m rushing in a western desert!
A moment — then I’m soaking through
In California… Girl is dying...
Her eyes... yeah, angels may be true.
As I recall these childhood stories,
I realise: there were no borders:
Just tossed a coin in a dispenser —
Became a hero, played with hazards.
I shot my worst foe in his heart,
I rushed, I saved, hugged, palpitating.
The screen was not a funny part:
I felt the happiness pervading.
Time passed… I see you in the dark hall.
You won’t admit you’re slightly sad,
But eyes can’t lie, you’re worn and so pall.
I see the screen and I can’t stand…
I’ll sell my soul just to return there,
These rays to pierce my faded heart,
To gallop forward till soil’s burning,
To rush, to save and never part.
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