Zdes' zhestko steletsya krovat', zdes' net zhivogo shuma, v tyur'me nel'zya bolet' i zhdat', no mozhno zhit' i dumat'. S godami zhizn' poydet nalazhenney i vse zabudetsya, konechno, no hrip klyucha v zamochnoy skvazhine vo mne ostanetsya navechno.
«Tyuremnye gariki» stihi gor'kie, no pri etom udivitel'no svetlye, eto stihi, pronizannye zhelaniem ostat'sya Chelovekom v strashnom iskorezhennom lagern...