Ian Paice combined in you with Ritchie Blackmore!

Lightning flashed,
Heavenly banging a gong,
In a ray of light shade streak,
On the threshold - Sergei Dudarev!

Sergei, how are you?
Silent enigma,
Justice glove
Thunderstorm hooligans
Void pockets

Guitarist - virtuoso
Authorities derail,
The drummer from God
You stand at the threshold
My memory
Life of the wounded,
Loved Vysotsky
And gestures of a boxing match.

And remember, Sergei
As in the grass, lying down,
We thought about the future,
Once we waiting?

Winter porches "hruschovok"
Sitting on a linen rags,
Warmed you, "Hotel California"
And we, looking meek
How to run your fingers over the strings,
Eternity music cut out.
And when you threw up the pressure,
Ian Anderson Paice combined in you with Ritchie Blackmore!

Wine glass "Radiant"
Crust of bread, sweet
Sniff you in the kitchen
Swollen fingertips,
But, again and again,
As if the Lord call,
With the mental maelstrom of emotions in
For the hundredth time repeating "Smoke on the Water" -
Your favorite "Deep Purple".

And behind dissolved long hair,
That the school had to hide,
A Soul, rushing up, where to hide?

You were always by each other,
Standing with head held high,
In one hand - guitar
In another - a pair of drumsticks,
Slightly drunk,
Unbroken,
Fair,
Playful,
On the nose aquiline,
Early bald ...

Lightning flashed,
In the heavenly gong banging!
Where are you, my friend,
Sergei Dudarev?

22.10.10. 13 chairs.