She was called the Queen in the theater
for giving everyone a restrained nod,
and men, more than once " went to the left»,
they lined up in awe,
dreaming to exchange for a vulgar compliment,
hastily folded ungainly and & nbsp; out of place,
and a pre-purchased bouquet
her mocking, cold, blue gaze.
Walking lightly, like a DOE on a mountain path,
she walked slowly down the corridor
and disappeared into the dressing room
under tenors and baritones friendly chorus.
Imagine!.. There was no man in the company,
who didn't dance with her in his dreams.
Any of us for no apparent reason
she was unwittingly placed on a pedestal.
Her clothes were expensive, but not luxurious,
fashionable hairstyle, make-up and perfume
there was charisma, and it seemed impossible
not to drown in ultramarine eyes.
We were young, pure-hearted, and happy
tune the heart strings to the soulful mood
and Royal dropped looks
perceived as a reward of rewards.
She dropped them right and left,
and we could not dream in terrible dreams
what did it cost her to seem like a Queen
with its registration on Borisovsky ponds.
In a five-story building-the one next to a mud puddle,
in a tiny apartment that looked like a basement,
she lived with a retired major husband,
who hasn't been out of bed in twenty years.
(Near Kandahar, coming out of the encirclement,
he got a bullet in the back,
was commissioned in the same month on the wound
and the immobilized one was soon sent to the rear.)
None of us knew then: with what pain
she had to accept it and even get used to it,
that real life was the role,
the title role that she had to play.
Listening to the call of the purely feminine,
she was involuntarily in this way your entered.
At the same time, she never cheated on her husband
and change with all the desires could not...
Her love is almost like a commandment of the Covenant,
was sent to him by the most high.
She was his ray of daylight,
which can disperse the night darkness.