Рецензия на «Женское переживание» (Владимир Декар)

Hundredth time, pressed well known number...
heard familiar voice, abonent isn't available.
Where you've been?.. what's happened?
Stuck at work? and torment on a heart,
nerves on edge... maybe you've run out...
of money? phone lost? or you're in road
and antenna can't catch?.. thoughts jump...
on shelf, already shaky... somewhere in bath
darling with playful horse, in passion affair,
he started at work. Only if I find them out,
I'll break off all legs. l'll scratch her to shreds,
whole face of this bitch. Imperceptible tears,
from eyelashes on palm. Maybe I'm escalating
situation for myself? He can't, I know how
to believe in himself. But after all, he could
call and lie consolingly. So, any happened,
not in vain I suffer.... it's necessary to look
somewhere, hand reached out... picked up
phone and dropped it again... bell rang...
suddenly, interrupted all thoughts.
Hands to side, forward, boldly walking to door.
Well, now I'll ask someone here of thrashing.
He'll receive for everything,
the embodiment of a woman in a cloud.
But when looked in his eyes, smile fell out
from my lips. so something happened
and it's a mistake. and he'll tell me later,
I'm sure of that, I know... he returned,
he came... and I hug him again...

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