Under the blanket

Under the blanket
Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov

...under the blanket
It always seems...
Yes, ah, yes
Will I disappear?
Will the world disappear...
A thunderstorm?
The storms will vanish
In that very
Instant...
From the light!
...beyond the blanket
Only sorrow...
...and weeping
— SHE... SHE...
Mom is sobbing...
And Dad... drinks vodka in silence
To the sound of Mom’s crying...
...he feels for me
For me... he’s terribly sorry!
And the sun will not rise...
And the stars
All night long
Fell onto the roofs...
...and HIM?
He will understand...
But how late...
— I LOVED HIM...


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