public phone there.
Look around, so that
no one saw or heard you.
Ask for David.
Tell him you're
calling from Merkulov
and that l need
to meet him today.
You got me?
Today.
Go.
- What? You've scared me.
- What?
David is at his girlfriend
Katka's in Firsanovka.
His plane is tomorrow. He'll wait for
you today at Pobeditelei Street 9.
Let's take a walk to the bus stop.
The documents!
What...
What are you doing?!
Bastard!
Get out!
Get out!
Here!
Here, get it!
Did you want this?
This?
- Hi, Turetsky.
- Hi, Lidochka.
Hello, Sasha.
How are you, Dmitrich?
Feed him,
l'll be back at 5.
Porridge again.
- Behave yourself.
- All right.
Will you have it?
No?
Turetsky, l've been
admitted to Young Octobrists.
Congratulations.
Here.
And l'll go on working
at the Prosecutor's Office.
ln your team.
lt was at Gypsy Faculty
That l received an education of mine.
Someone, don't know who,
But it seems, no one of note,
On a bench by the entrance
Sits a man in a coat.
The man's rather middle-aged,
On Arbat, a house engaged,
ln the house - summer food,
ln the street, Tuesday's in the mood
To turn to Wednesday,
Very steady.
My head feels completely blank,
Like a river's deserted bank.
l'm flying, and l leave,
Like a tree from a fallen leaf.
He reached for knowledge A to Z,
But his ascent was not to be...
No revelations to impart,
The well of wisdom hardly drilled,
And love for she who held his heart
Left unfulfilled!
lt is ironic, don't you think?
Stopped rushing hands on broken dial,
And still remain out of sync
All that he didn't reconcile.
From my lips not a falsehood could
flow:
For the pure verse fervor he felt,
Wrote poems for her in the snow,
But, regrettably, snow poems melt.
At the time blizzards dumped
by the bale,
There was freedom to write in the snow,
And the biggest snowflakes and hail
He would catch with his lips on the go.
He rode a silver-clad landau,
But never made it to her door...
He ran, but he didn't break confine,
He flew, but only reached partway,
While Taurus, his celestial sign,
Was lapping frigid Milky Way.
lt is ironic, don't you think?
When by few seconds one falls short,
When just a single missing link
Makes flight abort.
lronic, isn't it? Alright,
You laugh, and l cannot refrain.
Horse in mid-race, bird in mid-flight...
Who is to blame? Who is to blame?
Who is to blame?..
The End