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Text: Vsevolod Emelin Illustration: Rita Cherepanova for TD

The poet Vsevolod Emelin in a poem written specifically for TD sang vodka, and you can help people with addiction

We help the old light collected 560 947 r we need 600,000 r

The collection of funds is over

In the harsh kingdom

Behind the line of cold and darkness

Have the need for medicine

Dill the clear minds.

Because for security purposes

For fragile consciousness

There is nothing worse than clarity

With the contemplation of the universe.

In the brilliant gloss of labels,

In the vessels in the form of strange prisms

They sell the medicine here,

The cure for the disease "Life".

Where the summer is dull short

And where is the frost for six months

Invented a drink of vodka

From sweat, cold and tears.

Since then she has been saving people

For long centuries,

And there is a key sweetness in it

And the fortress of eternal glaciers.

She sparkles with a bright eye

In it, meanings multiply cunningly

Yakut diamonds shine,

Sales of ancient silver ...

And if you drink it diligently

Dumb reality in spite

The world will be dreamed of

Like through foggy glass.

With prolonged use

A significant role is played

Her side effects,

The leading sometimes to the edge.

And twelve years since

More from Moscow secondary school,

Now there is one nonsense along the edge

Having lost all the fun friends.

Those with whom he drank the first glasses

During the school change,

You are young hooligans

Handsome, wise men, athletes.

Oh, where are you, heart friends?

And who celebrates the trouser for you?

Without living before cirrhosis,

Dead from injuries.

And for some reason I am alive for now,

I am writing clumsy lines,

I quietly plunge from a hangover

Cruel memories.

Physical creatures have

There are many possibilities for torment,

There are soft tissue bruises,

And fractures of the legs and arms.

Then the sky suddenly made a somersault

As a trained gymnast,

And I kissed with asphalt,

And he warmed the January Attency.

And passing cars

Threatened with a broken fist

And a bubble with a gross

I devastated one sip.

And as I tried through the wall

Enter the premises,

And how he sat on treason,

Without falling asleep, I saw a dream.

But did not see dreams at night

When exhausted reason

He listened to how they knocked

In the temples, like a machine gun, vessels.

Tormenting himself like a dagger

I passed these stages

And now I will say, perhaps,

What vodka to drink is not good.

But goodbye guys

I will also add, God sees,

That without her, without a damned,

I would have died for a long time.

And soon in the eternal detachment

I will be sent with a blue face,

And you are sober here live

You stay here. How much can you.

An alcoholic or addict can get rid of addiction. But one desire is not enough: in order to return a person to normal life, you need to provide him with qualified assistance. More than 350 people have passed the rehabilitation programs of the Old Light charity fund, most of them retain sobriety. For work, the fund requires 600 thousand rubles a year. This money is enough to pay for the food of rehabilitants and other expenses. To help these people, transfer 500, 1000 rubles to the organization’s account.