My nice silk dress was rent.
There aren't enough fingers on my hand
It was a holiday, but now it's a grief around me;
I lie on dusty attic... What's ennui!
The web of cracks is covering my body;
There is a deep hole in my chest.
I was so beautiful not long ago,
I'm bored with this forced rest.
I'm not afraid of heat and rain,
And it's a lot of time for dreams.
I want to cry, but there is no way;
The dolls have not got tears.
Oh, there is no reason to complaint,
In whole, I am pleased with all.
They found the interesting new game.
It is impossible to hurt the doll.
I'm broken and not afraid,
I'm dead, indifferent, unworried.
But please, don't pity me, my friend,
I'm just a toy, which was forgotten.
The doll
© Copyright: Елена Чипакова, 2011
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