She was sitting at a table by the window,
And as if by accident, he was looking at it.
She was rather pretty and alone,
In her eyes as if it was written "Yes".
The time of day allowed to play in the game,
The season ordered to shoot at the close range.
And as if by chance, he sat at her table,
And as if it was casually, he started the conversation.
It's an imitation.
He prefers cognac, while she prefers dry wine,
200 ml of dry wine and 100 of cognac were served.
They both like the group Kino
And they don't like the song "Apples in the snow".
He is free to one o'clock, it's a considerable time,
And she is free up to twelve o'clock too,
He has offered to go to visit his friend,
And as if after some thinking, she said "Yes".
It's an imitation.
His friend in the kitchen as if was reading,
While they were using his bed.
It all happened faster than he expected,
And a little bit worse than she could expect.
Twenty minutes later they left the house;
Three rubles for taxi is such a little thing,
She said "Call me", he recorded her phone number,
On which he will never call.
It's an imitation.
And he fled to the subway, having told her "bye",
He was just glad that he was finally alone,
And behind him Moscow was finishing to burn,
With a coals of the windows and showcases.
It's time for him to turn off light, bite the bullet
and go to bed,
So that at least 5 years not to be awaken from sleep.
At home the mother as if was waiting for her,
At home the wife as if was waiting for him
It's an imitation.