Wednesday, May 4, 2011

There is a spring in the little town... /Փոքրիկ քաղաքում գարուն է...

Evening. I am walking along the slimy and lonely streets.
The rain is crying…
It is a spring. It is a rainy, pale, roily, sad spring. It is an autumny spring, but without the cheerful colored leaves of the autumn… The first, frightened spears of the spring are colorless and inspirit.
It’s raining all the time.
Under the black clothes, covered by the black umbre