Після війни Стоїмо на вокзалі, до потяга півгодини. Гітари to lay the handhold, on гарячому харківськомукому асфальті. Gear prigalmovuyu dovolі molodiy privokzalny pasazhir - golenka head, zapalenі ochі, vigorіla shkira, yakіs tatuhi, sportny nevіzhіy odayag. Підозрілий, одинне слово, пасажир. I hear us so self-defiantly pidozrilo.

- Musicians? - please.

- Well, - speaking.

- I know one musician, - say vin. - Polozhinsky. Він to us at the promo приїжджав, - додає і показує своє посвідчення УБД.

- Mi to you tezh prizhedzhali, - vidpovidayu. - A couple of times.

- Give 50 UAH, - say a raptom. - Мені на квиток треба. Do not think - I'm normal.

Mi does not understand,. Він швидко зникає. Already nadto schwidko. Hardly chi pishov after the quake. Yakiy already here a ticket. Vantazhimos at the car, tore down the rush, and mihe dovgo obgovorjuemo chyogo wondrous passenger. Zagudєmo vіys'kovich, yakі poveratyutsya, zgadєєmo, yakimi vony pіznimі pokotayutsya - htos spokіnyi і zosredzhennyh, htos polomanii і rozbalansovaniy, htos povertaetsya so, yak zabigayut dodomu mizh zayattomi - schopiti schos dokusuti, odjagnut svіzhy odayag і back - tudi, de zvichno, de natures , de znajas, yak buti y scho robiti. Sebto na Vaino.

I think that they could do yacho bachiti, chyogo neprikayanogo uchasnik boyiovih dіy, there, de vein buv usim potriben, de yogo presence of that girl, and in whom did not yaklikali zapitan. They could easily bachit, naveit perekinutis kilkoma words, navid sidi at one obydnim table. So I do not remember one thing at a time. Hiba vseh zapam'yataєsh? Hiba mi vzagali viocremlyuetemo for themselves tsih uchasnikіv boiovih diy - skin okremo, y yogo vimesnim іm'yam, іz yogo voice, iz yogo іstorієyu? Mi zzvichay it is said about Viaskovich in multiply: our cotton, our zahisniki, our heroes. Axis of ours to turn round. Axis give our boys instructions and a little boy. Molimosya for our lads, do not smim in them sumnivatis. For them, just varto pray, yakshcho є takke vmіnnya, y sumnivatis they do not vipadaє - at every time we, tsivilnim, tim, hto so i not taking up the hands of zbryї. Ale good de boulo b bachiti їхні vіcchchya th chuchi їхні voice vzhe teper - if there are stinks there, if you do not care about us, do not deign, and do not finish the term "vіyna".

The stinkers stole us. Now we are cunning. Inakse not vide? Kindly b rozriznyati їх "there", to that, povotayuchis "zvіdti," stinks often cease to be ones themselves vshorashnіmi, rozchinyayuchis mіzh us, pristosovucchiys to our detstin, often for them nezrozumіlih. І all our announcements about those who "come and behave in order", brew about one prik, ale taku simple rіch - "our lads" stinks for us є doti, docks for us to fight for us. Turning і and changing clothes, sebto rozbroobevshis, stoney stayut not mensh vrazlivimi takeless, yak і allі tsivіlnі. I often take podiums that help. A pіdtrimka ta dopomogo nashi, for the great pity, often intersect sotsіalnimi gigers that kitchen roses. Well sravdі - bagato hto z us ready to pobachiti wii svitla in patsanyi, scho viproshue sobi 50 hryvnia on the station square, abi quit and forget about a couple of years? Bagato hto us ready to talk about? About Viaskovich, so do not get used to it. Faster falsified pathos, anzh bazhannya viznati problem. Much more patriotic populism, nizh bazhannya ostensibly dopomoggti. Іноді видється, що це not stink us прикривають, and mi прикриваємось them - прикриваємо them власну нездатність будувати свою країну, власну unpreparedness of the brother on itself відповіdність, власну безсилість, власну недалекість.

Ми всі требоємо підтримки та розуміння. Mi vih ynihodimos u rivnikh umvah. In our territory, we are crossing over - рівні умови беззахисності. І жодні красиві words about the new army, yak втілює in our yyavі naykraschі етичні та психологічні якості, не рятують нас від неіникленності співжиття з ним - real, alive, with good will, we do not need to keep up with our high wimogues and not men's high ideals, ale yakis - so itself, yak i mi - muyut the right of buti beats, pokoutimi zrozumіlimi.

Did they fight for the stink?.

The stinkers stole us. Now we are cunning. Inakse is not a vidde.

Sergiy Zhadan - sings, prozayk, perekladach, gromadsky activist Dzherelo: Radyo Freedom.