"У телевизора"
(Вадим Шефнер)
Light converges again in a wedge
And phone calls are already not heard.
Two old men nightly sit at the edge
Of the TV like near the hearth.
Both are looking with a touching smile
How distant views flash like a ripple
And how movies are streamed. While
The stories like a song are simple.
For a long time they don't find it strange
That their call makes to appear
Glazed people and lands. They emerge
From the astral flame not from here.
It's a diluent of human seclusion,
It's a solvent of daily regrets.
This resident will show illusions
In the room, till the late evening ends.
But the thrill of its flame will fade
When the night floods into the quarters
On the screen reflected things will be laid
As if in an aquarium with dead water.
It will get so cold immediately
And relatives with friends at sides
In the photographs glazed prudently
Will look with unblinking eyes.