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Inna Zagrajewski


Search for childhood


To my son



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Unseen, unheard,

Small step for the steps ahead

Alternate years

And childhood is gone.


Are you looking for him


wherever possible:

At work and at home,

In the living room, hallway ...


So you can lose

Or notebook ...

A Childhood -

not a thing,

To lose it!


And you are again looking for,

In the salons tusuyas,


what you write,

In canvas

that draw.


And somehow,

His search for interrupting

a moment,

To make a smear

You likuesh - you're a genius!

Now sleep ...

But no, not given to:

For Childhood


But where



Leta Having counted

           computer accurately,

You still find

Scraps, leaves ...

In vain, my son,

Go not astray in years,

After Childhood -

with you

It there

           where you are.


Look even eye

On his first drawing:

At pebbles -


Two wings, beak.

Chicken little one,

Child and child

How do you - for me ...

A summer -

let them fly!

August 2009



Sergey Zagraevsky


10x6, stone, wat. col.