Читать книгу Билингвы - Л. М. Гилевич - Страница 7

Poured a glass of water from the faucet.

In the kitchen of old is the silence.

I walked like granddaughter, Jeanne, fast,

She carries him declining.

The water swirls in a glass

And splashing over she takes the peak

Jeanne should have cleaned this splash

Because the floor has track of leak.

But she reached the door that was closed,

That room where her grandfather dwells,

It is necessary for one step to unclose

Right now, she will make it well.

The mother is not yet home and she is continuing care

She comes exactly six, give her out,

Grandfather gets from her all headache

Jeanne to them does not recount.

The door creaked then opened to pass

And Jeanne is looking at the glass,

The water whirling but almost intact

And grandfather is sitting mighty bust.

She leads him to the bed to intent

Give him tablets a glass and care

There are more forces to the vet

From that war a lot of ache.