We open the heading of the year of the year with a beautiful and sad poem by Vsevolod Emelin.

Christmas romance

In heaven only angels singing
Everyone sums up the results of the year
Why do I have a mood
A completely different kind?

Instead of angels, cries of ravens
I hear over the pioneer
I haven't been cold for a long time
But it still hurts.

Outside the window minus five Celsius
Everything creaks an elderly body,
And my long -awaited pension
Rented to Venezuela.

And completely hopeless sorrow
Pour my soul in my soul
Did we fight for it
Ah, comrade hurt my wounds.

Midnight again with a cast -iron hammer
Chimes on the Spasskaya Tower
I haven't been cold for a long time
But it’s still scary.

I don’t understand where the reality is and where is the dreams
There are not coins in my eyes yet
Through me, it’s better to see better
Surrounding objects.

My strength of spirit weakened
The power of will weakened and
And in the cartoon about Winnie Pooh
I am IA-IA, not a rabbit.

And when at the tables covered
The guests will be going to celebrate
On Moscow granite slabs
Smooth the flippers of a sad donkey.

And from the snowy streets of the city
The insolcle will take me away
I haven't been cold for a long time
But it is still nauseous.

Christmas romance. The sad results of the year from Vsevolod Emelin