“Won’t you help me to buy new trousers?” –
The poor man asked them, standing for hours,
With nowhere to live and without a few dollars…
Because nobody cares, because nobody bothers
He is freezing tonight on the street.
The cold spring morning it freezes a bit.
The poor man just found some leftover to eat.
That spring day his children must had their obit…
Their death was his pain and his fit.
* картина В. Суриков "Нищий, стоя на коленях"
The poor man
© Copyright: Полина Гонсалес, 2011
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