... he was not broken by anyone

Farewell, Alexander Pavlovich ...

On the bright holiday of Christmas, Alexander Pavlovich Timofeevsky, a descendant and successor of a glorious Russian family, a poet, a screenwriter, a man of high culture and innate nobility, left this world. His first publication was in the famous Samizdat collection "Syntax" in 1960. Like many of those who were closed to conventional publications, he, following the example of Igor Kholin, Mikhail Lipskov, Heinrich Sapgira, Oleg Grigoryev, Grigory Oster, who did not fit into officialdom, “emigrated” into children's literature and animation.

Those who believe that the famous song of the crocodile genes are the top of his work are deeply mistaken. The pen of Alexander Timofeevsky was subject to almost all the genres of poetry - from philosophical lyrics to civilian, and the last of these poems, if my will, I would include in any textbook.

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I have a little left

I somehow dragged me to the goal,

Where the path ends,

The vent of the tunnel begins.

There will be birds of birds

And the lilac will be foam Lilova.

Among the dear persons to me

I will see you dear.

Squeezing the violin into the shoulder

You will play Chacon Vitali.

What else will be there

Inexperienced. These are details.

*** Bagoon

Vera Ivanovna Prokhorova ***

***

January passed the king,

And the city froze,

And we are recluses in it

Prison cameras.

But as a mockery of kings

Like a blasphemer

In our bottle on the table

Bagoon flourished.

Callest Calendar,

As if in the summer,

Bloated in mockery January

Lilac color.

And claims to be all,

With a cheerful eye

That he was not broken by anyone,

The rope is connected.

That he is alive! That he spit

To all the shelves

That he is an unfamiliar basement

Flower shop;

That was not locked on a hook

He is in that basement

And that his beam is a bunch

Not sold.

***

Perhaps not in a dream, but in reality

I'll get off the train from the train

And in a clean field, falling into the grass,

And I will kiss Zarev and the Earth.

Of course, you're right at least to the moon

At least to hell with straps, but not closer -

Than I love my country stronger,

The more I hate the state.