Vremya rvet na kuski, kazhdyj den' eto krik I tol'ko zvonom v ushah rastvoryaetsya mig I esli vse horosho, to ty uslyshish' svoj smeh Eto vremya hohochet, zakinuv golovu vverh Esli chto-to ne tak slezoyu sdavlennyj ston Peschinkoj lyazhet na dno potokom mutnyh vremen A inogda lish' tol'ko vremya i pustota Nichego ne proiskhodit, tishina.
Ya slyshu shepot ee gub, tonkij zapah duhov Ya slyshu shoroh plat'ya i zvuki shagov Kogda ona spit ya slyshu to, chto ej snitsya Ya dazhe slyshu kak ona podnimaet resnitsy I esli vdrug ona v podushku noch'yu tiho zaplachet Ya soschitayu skol'ko slez ot menya ona pryachet A sejchas ee net, ona kuda-to ushla I nichego ne proiskhodit, tishina Odinochestvo pugaet i beret menya v plen Ya slyshu tihij skrezhet krovenosnyh sistem Serdtse b'et po golove ogromnym molotom boli I raz'edaet glaza ot vystupayuschej soli Ya schitayu sekundy, ya schitayu chasy Ya zhdu togo, kto dolzhen prinesti tishiny I on prihodit s paketom v kotorom pryachetsya zima Voda, lozhka, vata i tishina.
Ya ne slyshu chto hochu, a slyshu to chto pridetsya Vremya moe tol'ko stonami l'etsya I s kazhdym chasom eti stony stanovyatsya tishe A inogda byvaet tak, chto ya sovsem ih ne slyshu I ya ne slyshu shagov chego-to strashnogo ryadom No ochen' skoro s etim vstrechus' ya bluzhdayuschim vzglyadom I konchitsya vremya, a vmeste s nim pustota Ostaetsya tol'ko odna tishina.