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В зеркале заднего вида
Юбка мелькнула из твида.
Я оглянулся в надежде...
Увидеть хозяйку её.
Но не увидев, однако,
Я посчитал это знаком,
Не попадавшимся прежде
Здесь на пути, на моём.
Что ещё за наважденье?
И от чего целый день я,
Бился над этой загадкой,
Силясь её разгадать.
Мало ли что там мелькает
И от забот отвлекает,
Но я решил для порядка
Волю фантазии дать.
Может быть это виденье,
Было мне предупрежденьем,
Чтобы я жизнь свою начал
В корне, сейчас же менять.
Или же это обычный,
Импульс, для марта типичный...
Думал и так и иначе,
Даже смешно вспоминать.
В зеркале заднего вида
Юбка мелькнула из твида...
Я, улыбнувшись, отметил:
Вот ведь какая Она.
Просто в работе и спешке,
Мы превращаемся в пешки,
А в твидовой юбке заметьте
Нас соблазняет Весна.
In the rearview mirror
The skirt flashed from tweed.
I looked around in hope ...
To see her mistress.
But not seeing, however,
I took it as a sign
Not caught before
Here on the way, on mine.
What kind of obsession?
And what am I from all day
Fought over this riddle
Trying to figure it out.
You never know what flashes there
And distracts from worries,
But I decided for order
Give free rein to fantasy.
Maybe this is a vision
Was a warning to me
To start my life
Basically, change it now.
Or is it ordinary
Impulse, typical for March ...
I thought both ways,
It's even funny to remember.
In the rearview mirror
The skirt flashed from tweed ...
I, smiling, noted:
That's how She is.
Just at work and in a hurry,
We're turning into pawns
And in a tweed skirt, notice
Spring tempts us.
The skirt flashed from tweed.
I looked around in hope ...
To see her mistress.
But not seeing, however,
I took it as a sign
Not caught before
Here on the way, on mine.
What kind of obsession?
And what am I from all day
Fought over this riddle
Trying to figure it out.
You never know what flashes there
And distracts from worries,
But I decided for order
Give free rein to fantasy.
Maybe this is a vision
Was a warning to me
To start my life
Basically, change it now.
Or is it ordinary
Impulse, typical for March ...
I thought both ways,
It's even funny to remember.
In the rearview mirror
The skirt flashed from tweed ...
I, smiling, noted:
That's how She is.
Just at work and in a hurry,
We're turning into pawns
And in a tweed skirt, notice
Spring tempts us.