Well, row a little, hold on carefully, and then they will figure out how much you mean and weigh. Writer Leonid Kostyukov reflects.
Oil and blood. Current of invisible arteries and veins. Ones and many zeros. A new world is erected with a light touch of the keys. The rest is design. The rest hangs along the walls. Watching, smiling and nodding. The third river in the rust of ugly pipes — where there are neither humpbacked bridges nor coastal granite — like muttering, like indistinct babble from children’s lips, flows like life, imperceptible and hidden.
An invisible river, a trio of outlying rivers — among car depots, the wrong side of railways, garages and factories.
Dead tower crane, like a dinosaur skeleton. Confused man.
Under the iron bridge, the gravity of the earth pushes the green water.
Where design recedes, indistinct life babbles. But no matter how hard you strain your ears, you will not understand the message.
Well, row a little, hold on carefully, and then they will figure out how much you mean and weigh.
On a spacious sofa, the cat assumes cat poses. For this he is fed, stroked and loved. The river flows under the bridge. Cars are flowing off the bridge. All around, unidentified creatures are laughing, almost like people.
The cat no longer guards the barn from mice. The fox terrier does not chase the fox. Candles, in general, are not for light.
Two muscular Atlanteans hold the balcony in the air. The neighbor is holding himself. Let’s pay attention to this.
Functionality, old man, is more like the XNUMXth century. “You give coal to the state” — well, where is the power and coal?
This thing is for nothing, just don’t confuse bottom and top. Unfold like this and put it in a corner.
A polished piece of wood plays the role of a wooden wall. The electric fireplace flickers and heats separately.
The emblems of things in the vastness of the great country are inactive and practically do not age.
The beggar really has no legs, but still there is deceit and forgery, more precisely, a gigantic role for seven days a week.
At the confluence of rivers, at the crossroads of major roads, I try to understand what is really happening.
Leasing derivatives? Franchising everything that has not yet been franchised through an oversight?
The dummy nods his porcelain head, a little meaninglessly, but with a smile and cheerfully.