Dmitry Poljakov
Dmitry Poljakov
It was strange enough, but the road in Sent-Zhenevev де Буа did not oppress
Dmitry also did not frighten of that waited for it in its result - shady avenues
Old cemetery, their given to drink aroma of blossoming grasses, colours and fresh
The warm earth, rest On idea, its consciousness should in every possible way
To oppose to returning to that place in which the train terrible has begun and
The enigmatic events which have happened to it these days and hardly not costing it
Lives It also were ready to this internal resistance, but in
The validity all occurred differently. Its internal "I", as though hurried
Events, forcing continually to look out in a car window, including each mile and
Searching for a sight familiar signs of suburb - it was possible to tell, that it
Hurried up to come back there and silent кладбищенские avenues did not frighten, and attracted
It to itself, forcing steadfastly and impatiently to peer at a landscape for
Window.
- To what it, My God? - Has cautiously thought Poles, but still
Internally hurried time
They have reached, fortunately, quickly enough, having avoided habitual for
Suburbs of Paris of the traffic, and having left the car on parking, hasty
Have gone to кладбищенским to collars. The truth now young Kurakin conducted it
A little bit another by - they have gone to other, remote input on a cemetery
And hardly having stepped for its gate, have come to be on a church farmstead. The church was
Small and somehow on provincial started, at least Poles,
Absolutely otherwise imagined orthodox arrival well-known on all
The world of Russian cemetery. However Kurakin have not allowed it to come into a temple, having dragged
Where that sideways to a tiny structure which, has appeared, and was church
Bench
- You well are guided here, - have noticed Poles, is simple so, not
Giving to any value to the words, however Микаэль it is unexpected
Has reacted to them roughly and even has risen on a place, having interrupted the prompt
Movement on a church farmstead
- How, you unless know nothing? Also that I never told
To you? But it is strange, I close speak to almost each acquaintance about
It. The boy I sang here in church chorus. And long - almost two years Me
Its princess Vasilchikova has attached here бабуленька and the old girlfriend. Both
Strictly watched, that I would not shirk. But me, frankly speaking, employment
It was to liking, I and did not think it to neglect Here so. Surprisingly nevertheless,
That I did not tell to you about it
- No, you did not speak to me, and it, maybe, is surprising, but, here
You know to me absolutely not surprisingly another - that you sang in the church
Chorus
- Why?
- Well it, you know, somehow very much corresponds to your shape