Marina Judenich

Also I have seen it is at temple steps there was it - and I was again compressed
Shaken this great неправдою for could not and is not dared to be it under
It stood a shade of a sacred shelter At temple steps, in a shade of one of колон,
Dressed as usual prosperous townspeople or the rich dealer smile shades
Was not on its swarty as if the fine-moulded person, but it was his laughter, silent and
Almost happy I knew it, yes it and did not have a need to disappear from me.
- My God. - desperately silent my soul from that has rushed For the first time
The terrible moment when has not made still, no, but in the thoughts
I have addressed to свершению terrible my sin, I for the first time have since then dared
To address to the Founder, - the Lord all-powerful and omnipotent, there is no to me a mercy!
But paternal you allow to correct to undividedly the one who trampling on your will,
Abducts immortal souls of your slaves and dooms them to terrible torments? Why
He dares, not fearing you and your servants to be already and under the arches
Your temple? My God just, you the father of all orphans! Why has left me
One at terrible o'clock of my recreancy?!.
Nobody has answered me - for was not to me прощенья.
The crowd still constrained horsemen worried, but have already rushed back
Its back rows and slowly, as if concealing on heat that grew stronger all more considerably,
The human rivers, and even at all thinned.
Were developed back and slowly, disappointed and gloomy streamed
Away from the area on which burnt down, smoking, a terrible fire.
With wild whooping the cavalcade of horsemen has dashed away, have disappeared under
The majestic arches. A cathedral monks and its heavy gloomy doors
Were shut behind them, protecting sacred space from sinful breath
External world heat Streams has already overturned on black round cobble-stones
The faded midday sky - which has lost a morning azure the area promptly
Became empty.
And nobody has paid attention as silently having appeared from.
Narrow channel deserted already small streets, on it the person has entered.

The apartment has met its become already habitual неуютом, спертостью
Air, a thick dust layer on furniture, pair dirty plates in a bowl on
Kitchen, crumbs on a kitchen table and emptiness of a refrigerator It seemed, here not
Lived at least week, and even two, actually he has left the
Cold dwelling this morning. And couple of days ago even spent in it
Any similarity of cleaning But so it turned out always and it never could
To explain itself (and anybody is more it for a long time already was not interested) why it
The dwelling instantly finds lines of desolation and hardly probable not a decay, as soon as
He leaves it at least not on long.
Mysticism any, - in 100-th time he has told to itself(himself) and the uncomfortable