...What do I have left?
Here are the cups, I signed them:
Here's some pencils, here's some markers,
I've used them to mark occasions.
Here are felt-tip pens, three packs, all new,
I'd rather give them to someone...
There are two scenarios here, both ready-made,
About a man falling in love with a woman.
Documents in the box, certificates, passport,
Photos and two movie tickets....
Why did you keep it? Just as a memento.
And here are three cassettes with loose film -
What voices are recorded there!
Dmitrievich Alyosha with some girl.
With a gypsy romance calling to the heavens....
And - also as a memento - drawings from my daughter,
And these are crafts from her garden -
A cube, a dog, whistles, flowers....
And a card from my son-- "To my father on his birthday."
I wasn't rich, I gave cards...
If he's rich, he'll give you an estate,
That's what he used to tell me...
What else? Notes to mom from dad--
A sea of love in a crumpled file of one.....
A porcelain puppy, long ago one-legged ...
Stamps in a cigarette box,
A calendar, a bell... A kiss on the wind,
And the color of your eyes, and the smell of your hair,
And the moonflower that will be gone by morning....
It's all I've managed to accumulate.
That's all I'm taking with me.
Ilya Krishtul