The Letter Of The Another's Valery Alalykin - Poem by Yuri Starostin
The letter of the another's
Vladimir has opened a mail box in the afternoon.
The letter! And a stamp: the addressee has left.
The return address him… Lyudmila Klyanshchik …
Ridiculously, well simply a kindergarten!
Has opened the letter, reads: «Hi, Rome.
I do not call, that the words not to lose.
There is no at me a warm syndrome,
But nevertheless you were pleasant to me of the five days.
We leave. To me without a money boringly.
With you, forgive, the capital is not be friendly.
To me with the poor to meet inconveniently.
You are accounted each kopeck …
Call, my friend when you will be rich.
I with the pleasure will come to you again.
Then and you with me will become cheerful.
While, honey, we will not despond! »
Vladimir has turned pale, has come into the flat,
Two more times has read the letter
And has hidden, as an awful satire,
Just in a case very far.
Vladimir slept (the wife has returned late) .
He was able to store a secrets, as anybody,
And long coughed under a blizzard of the cold flu...
And after too has weaved with the another the nest.
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