RAIN

Rain, slow and shallow,
Cloud Shroud the horizon closes.
I am in the rain are bad enough
Thoughts cheerful to the soul is not returned.
Jumping gnomes mud from under the soles,
Still the wind blows shrill and damp.
Why the day before yesterday in your house are gone;
Why heart hurts like a needle?
As you look around, you see another window,
Which through the darkness glows disappointing.
Not to return, that was a long time ago
How not to implement the then intention.
You're no longer the woman she knew you.
Life you no Zhalilo.
Eyes friends the sky is blue
Of trouble life turned gray.
Haggard, once a shining face,
The corners of his lips froze in a moment of weeping...
I wanted to see it,
Or hunted at least for some luck?
No. Didn't want to. How not looking for successes.
The years passed, many experienced...
To see why it wanted you,
Because we once had to make friends.
Found the house, knocked at the window,
You looked up, pushing the curtain
And not knowing was seen for a long time,
Appeared in the doorway of my porch...
Answered "Hello", and when
Called the name, a bit shaken
And like in shoulders pain,
Through his weakness hard stretched
To me all of a sudden!.. Shuddered in lament
Hiding her face on my shoulder in the jacket.
I went into the house and all night then
Spoke about his until morning.
She lived lonely. And not like a widow,
Ty is not married... children, too far away...
Under a scarf, already white head,
Only forty-five... and lived hard
With Basil, only a dozen years.
Then Basil himself went around the world
And where-that was gone. From him every day
Was waiting from some news-Hello.
Don't wait! Don't know, alive...
Didn't notice how grown up children
For more than power needs doing
To children to grow and learn.
Still cared for ailing parents:
Which, like candles in the weakness burned.
So day after day, evolved from year to year
And birds flew into the unknown.
Myself. A daughter of marriageable age.
Three granddaughters brought grandmother.
Though they live separately,
And nursing should help.
And I also told her.
As if that, sister, - blood native.
Like in confession: how it was and is.
Two lonely and life is not poor.
The fourth day dragged over village
Shaggy blanket rainfall turbidity.
Water gurgled in a barrel outside of the window
About it were talking geese.
I gathered together. No one missed me
In my house, not used to stay
Someone long... dog walked,
All tried dancing to please.
Had to be you, the grieving, the mute.
Tears running from eyes to cheeks...
You're so tired of being all by herself,
And I couldn't do towards the steps.
Out of the yard, slippery bumps
I led the salute stop
Where on a fixed-route taxi rare
Expect two burly women.
We were probably three hours
Taxi no... apparently not...
Leaning towards evening the pores
Went home with bags people.
And I walk on the field, behind the village,
To track another hour to get
The light window in the late afternoon background
Like a beacon for someone inflamed.