Legal dispute with the employer.

Email to Human Resources. 

Good day,
My name is Irina M. I work at the ...
I am writing to formally bring several concerns to your attention and request that Human Resources review the situation.
I have worked for ... for approximately ... years. I would like to explain two related concerns: the way my return to work was handled following my workplace injury, and my ongoing concerns about the treatment I have experienced from warehouse supervisor Brian Groux.
1. Workplace injury and conversation with warehouse manager Steve Stott.
On September 18, 2026, I fell in the warehouse after slipping on cleaning material that was on the floor.
I stayed home for approximately four weeks while receiving treatment and following the WSIB process. After that, I returned to work on modified hours.
On my second working day back, warehouse manager Steve Stott called me into his office for a work performance review.
During this conversation, he made the following statements:
• "I cannot hire a new employee because you are taking the job."
• "Your numbers are low. I've been watching it from February."
• He said that when I returned to my normal schedule in two or three weeks, I would be placed on a Personal Improvement Plan.
• He explained that this would be my third Personal Improvement Plan and that if I failed it, the company would take further action. He said that Brian or himself would help me and he send me a text message about it.
I was concerned about having another Personal Improvement Plan discussed so soon after my return from a workplace injury, while I was still working modified hours. I also had questions about the performance information because I had previously received paperwork relating to my performance that I believe should be reviewed.
The next working day, I went to speak with Steve again. I told him that if the company did not want me to work there, perhaps we could consider a mutually agreed separation. Considering my previous complaints, the Personal Improvement Plans, and my ... years with the company, I thought this might be a reasonable solution.
Steve immediately responded, "No, no, no, you will not get any money." He suggested that I could resign if I wanted to and asked whether I was resigning. I clearly told him that I was not resigning.
We continued discussing the situation. I tried to explain why a mutual agreement might be a reasonable solution, but he refused again.
During this conversation, he said that in two or three weeks I would be placed on a Personal Improvement Plan and, if I failed it, the company would fire me. He also said:
"The company doesn't want to pay you, the company wants to fire you if you fail Personal Improvement Plan. This is how the process works."
At the end of our conversation, I asked Steve whether I could send him an email explaining what we had discussed and whether he could forward it to Human Resources. He agreed. He later sent me a text message confirming that he had forwarded my email.
However, I have not been contacted by Human Resources, and I am not sure whether my concerns have been reviewed. I am therefore contacting HR directly.
2. Previous concerns about warehouse supervisor Brian Groux
I have also experienced ongoing difficulties involving Brian Groux. I previously submitted a written complaint to Steve Stott about his behaviour. I also raised concerns verbally on other occasions.
I am attaching a copy of my previous written complaint for your review.
After that complaint, I did not receive the salary increase. I also subsequently received another Personal Improvement Plan.
I would also like to report two additional incidents.
On September 18, 2026, the day of my workplace injury, I was packing orders in the morning. At approximately 10:00 a.m., Brian stood some distance away and watched me working. I looked at the clock, and then he approached my station and asked whether it was my first cart.
I explained that it was not my first cart because I was packing orders from carts that a picker wanted to use.
Brian made an angry facial expression, turned his back, took a step away from me and loudly said, "Bullshit."
Another incident happened on the Friday before my fall, while employees were cleaning the warehouse.
I went to clean the area where we pack stock transfers. As soon as I arrived, Brian approached me and loudly asked, "What are you doing here? Go sweep big aisles!"
He then walked with me to find the warehouse supervisor who was organizing the cleaning activities.
Afterward, another employee cleaned the stock transfer area without being questioned or told to leave that area.
These incidents are concerning to me because they are consistent with the treatment I have previously reported.
3. My request to Human Resources
I would appreciate HR reviewing the concerns described above and advising me on the appropriate next steps.
In particular, I would like to understand:
• Whether my previous complaints were received and reviewed.
• How my performance and previous Personal Improvement Plans will be evaluated.
• How my modified working hours and medical restrictions are being considered in performance assessments.
• What steps can be taken to address my concerns and ensure that I am treated fairly and respectfully at work.
I would appreciate a written response.
I am raising these matters in good faith because I would like the situation to be reviewed fairly and professionally.
Thank you for your time and attention.
Sincerely...

Legal dispute with employer.

After the performance review, I went to speak with my manager again.

I suggested that if the company did not want me to continue working there, perhaps we could reach a mutual separation agreement.
My manager became somewhat angry when I raised the possibility of compensation. He told me that I would not receive any money from the company and that they would not pay me severance.
He then said:
"The company doesn't want to pay you, the company wants to fire you."
He paused and added:
"If you fail the Personal Improvement Plan."
I understood this as meaning that the company was planning to put me on a PIP and potentially terminate my employment if I did not meet its requirements.
After these conversations, I started checking my productivity records more carefully because I wanted to understand why my performance was being described as low.
I discovered that the computer system was adding approximately 1 hour and 30 minutes to my recorded working time. This affects how my productivity is calculated.
I am concerned that my performance is being evaluated using figures that do not accurately reflect my actual working hours, particularly while I am working under WSIB modified duties.

Legal dispute with the employer.

 Old email to manager.

"to Steve ... , regarding me, Irina ... and ... supervisor, Brian ...

Good day Steve,

This is Irina ..., and I am writing to explain what happened between me and the ... supervisor Brian ... , on Friday, September 22, 2023.

Brian told me on that Friday, he will write a report about me to you and I want to tell my side of the story as well.

I am writing not only as an employee of ... I am writing also as human being, a woman, I can say, white woman and citizen of Canada. White woman, because this would not happen and never happened at this work place to any woman of color.

I would stay quiet, but I don't want to be and especially, feel like Teresa ..., that there's no hope at the work place. Teresa ..., on who Brian raised voice in public, with who he provoked fights, did not listen, did care to listen and finally when he called her in the office yelling, that day, Teresa said that she cannot do this any more and she quit her job as a picker.

On Friday, in the morning, I noticed Brian was watching me. And he has been watching me every working day for years.

Mery .., who was a supervisor, years ago, she called me in the lunch room and she said “Brian wants to fire you”. And I wrote previous complaint, more than ... years ago, when you called me in the office. When Brian told me “F” word in my face for something I was not responsible.

From that time every day he is watching me, in the isles, he comes and tells me “You are slow, I have to write about it”. And what should I do, in the isle?

When we had one wash room, he called me in the office, asking why I went to the wash room 30 minutes after my break? I looked at the clock before going to the office, it was 4:15, and my break was finished at 3:30. I said that's it 45 minutes, and Brian replied “I don't care, you have to go to washroom on your breaks".

When we pick on carts with skate boards, he wrote me a report and told to sign that I was not using the skate board all the time. I had transmission on it, that did not fit in the cart and was walking. And he wrote in the report “you have to use the skate board all the time, no walking with the carts at all”.

Every day, when he is at work, he is picking on me, watching me. Many times he is calling me in the office, disrespectfully in front of other employees. “Go to the office!”

When I was doing “Cannot finds”, which I was told to do, Brian was calling me “What are you doing!”

I said “I do cannot finds”, and again from him “go pick, go ship, go pack!” And he was not treating like this employee who was that station before me.

These two months, August and September, 2023. I was picking big stock transfers.

In isle M38 A01, they were heavy boxes with transmissions, in the location on the skid, the top parts above my head. About 20 pounds each box. I needed 6 boxes. I went to Steve Higgins to ask to help me put the top boxes on the cart. I couldn't physically reach it, or I had to push boxes on the floor. Brian was in the office, talking to Flori. Steve came to help me, only put 2 top boxes on the cart.

Next minute, Brian comes and watching us, than makes angry face and leaves. I could see his angry face, and Steve Higgins could see his angry face.

Then few weeks ago, the supervisor, James, asks me to pack on the second station. I go to the packing station, its the one that facing the office, I see Brian is watching me, and he is angry, he says something to himself, and walks fast from his desk to James, who was working at the shipping station computer, right near where have to pack.

Brian tells James, in front of me and there were some other people. Brian says to James “Why she is packing! Tell her her go and pick”. And tells to me in hatefully way, I can see it “Please, go to pick! Please go pick!” Then he calls James aside, James comes to me and tell me that Brian told me pick the whole day.

A week ago, Brian calls me at the shipping computer, tells me, I am slow, my numbers are low, the supervisor is there again. And the numbers are “green”, the previous day, zone 4 was in yellow, zone 1 in green. And he says, that its all still below.

Then the supervisor tells me, after “Oh, don't worry, take it easy”.

And its like this almost every day.

On Friday, September, 22, Brian is watching me and I know, he will call me in the office.

In 12:45 he calls me in the office. I started to pick different stock transfer at 11:15, went on my lunch at 11:30 to 12 , and at 12 : 15, I was almost done picking. Jaden supposed to pick this stock transfer, but he went for lunch, and I was told to finish it, 32 lines, zone 4 and I had 5 parts to pick.

Brian calls me “Go to the office!' I go to the office, standing near the door. Brian stand near his computer, he says “Anything wrong? Why are you here? You can leave your scanner and go home”. I say “why? And then he exploded. Like if he had right to spit in my face, he would spit in my face.

He started to yell at me, that I am slow. That he is watching me, you are watching me, the company is watching me. Then he start to look at my numbers of picks. And he was “You don't have to work here, leave your scanner, take your things and go home, you numbers are low, no point of you to work here”.

My scanner was still on, with picks in zone 4. I said, I want to sign out from picking. I don't remember how long he was yelling like this at me, I started to cry, because I thought he is firing me from the job. I did not expect it, this anger, and its not angry employer talking to employee. It feels like person who hates you personally is talking to you. You cannot hide this kind of hate.

People in the different department saw him yelling at me, and asked me, after what happened.

I worked all day, on Friday, because again, I did not want to be like Teresa, cry and go home.

And its all affecting me, my health, every day I think about it, have anxiety, stress, upset, feel like I am being looked from up to down, and this why, I don't want it go on like this, with stress and harassment at work place.

Thank you."

Legal dispute with the employer.

Letter to manager. 

"Good day ...,

Following our conversation, I wanted to put my request in writing.
During our performance review last week, you mentioned that my numbers had been low, that the current staffing situation made it difficult to hire another employee, and that I will be placed on a Personal Improvement Plan once my restricted hours are over in 2 or 3 weeks.
After reflecting on our discussion, and having worked at ... for ... years, and considering the concerns and issues I have raised previously, I would like to ask whether the company will be open to discussing a mutually agreed separation, with appropriate terms for both sides.

My intention is to explore whether we can find a constructive and respectful way forward that works for both the company and me. This request is to dind the possibility of an agreement and does not constitute a resignation.
I would appreciate it if you could forward my request to head office for consideration and let me know their response.
Thank you for your time."

Legal dispute with the employer.

Day 1.

Letter to lawyer. 

"Good day,

I am seeking legal advice regarding my employment with ...., where I have worked for .... years.

My manager has told me that I will be placed on a Personal Improvement Plan after my current WSIB related work restrictions end. He has also told me verbally that the company wants to fire me rather than pay me a severance package.
I have previously been placed on two Personal Improvement Plans and have filed complaints concerning my warehouse supervisor. I have now emailed my manager to ask whether the company would consider a mutually agreed separation, without resigning.
I would appreciate a consultation to discuss my employment rights, potential termination or severance entitlements, and how best to protect my position if the company proceeds with another PIP.
Please let me know your availability and consultation fees."

Chapter 10.

 Starting again. 

I forgot almost everything. New country, new people, new things... 

Only thinking about you was an anchor for my free ship.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 9.

His garden. We stood under the tree. It was a thunderstorm and we stood under the tree and didn't want to leave, hide in the house.

He was confused, probably, with his thoughts about me.

Chapter 8.

 The secret life.

Almost all my childhood, until grade one, I was living with my grandparents. 

My great grandmother was watching me, at her house, because my grandparents were working. 

Most of the time old women, my great grandmother friends, stayed at the house. They were knitting, drinking tea and telling the times before the revolution and wars.

Chapter 7.

Legend of Pandora.

This is new. I have been thinking for a while about it. 

Its about Second World war. A lot of this coming to our time, bringing memories not only of few, the family members, but of many.

He said, to tell him about it.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 6.

The Alien planet.

We are keep walking. Its like a dream. The same dream, I've seen long ago and I am adding something new to it. 

I touch his hand and look at his eyes. He smiles, but not moving away his eyes.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 5.

Ancient Egypt. 

White sand and sun... and waiving of the leaves on the terrace field with spices and music. 

Woman in white clothes is entering the terrace, moving slowly and gracefully like a cat.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 4.

Seventeen century. 

Someone opened window and everything around the house filled with the smell of grass and flowers. 

We walked closely the the house and looked in the window.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 3.

The Magic Forest

He sat on the chair. I could feel him relaxing. He took a deep breath.

I gently placed my hands over his eyes and whispered, “Look inside.”

He remained quiet for a few minutes. Then he said, “I feel freedom.”

 

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

The Café.

We sat in the café.
Not only was there a table between us. There were years.
The table stood in front of both of us, separating us from each other. But perhaps it was also separating the past from the present.
It was symbolic.
Were we going back to the past, or were we going toward the future?
How many times had I imagined this day in my mind?
He looked at me.

Green garden and butterflies.

"Женись Володенька, пока я молоденька".

"Marry me, Vladimir, when I am still young."
( from country folk song)

Chapter 1

Watch the Butterflies
Watch a butterfly in the garden. At least one.
Look at how flawlessly and lightly she flies from flower to flower. How softly and happily she moves—left, right, it doesn't matter. Wherever she goes, she seems to bring the sunshine and softness of summer with her.

 

Chapter 10

The Station

My small room.
A closet, a bookshelf, a piano, a desk in front of the window, a TV, a sofa bed, and a chair.
Every guest who visited us would stay here.
It was evening.

Chapter 1

 The Ten-Cent Coin

Yesterday, at work, I was writing a story about magic during the Second World War.
I had only a few minutes, so I wrote on a piece of paper and folded it before putting it into my pocket. Then I went back to work.
Later, I reached into my pocket to continue writing.
The paper was gone.

Chapter 9

The Eyes

The Nazis drove into our small city.
They looked comfortable and happy. They looked around as if the city already belonged to them.
A translator announced that from now on, everyone had to register and receive a special identification paper.

Chapter 8

Chocolate People

The old women seemed deeply troubled. The older they were, the more grief was etched into their faces. The eldest bit her lips, frozen in place, one hand covering her mouth.
They stood together in a small circle around a rectangular stone monument. The inscription told everyone that a village had once stood there, until it was burned to the ground by the Nazis during the Second World War.

Chapter 7

Rivers of Honey

“Rivers of honey,” - a voice said dreamily.
“What?”- I asked, surprised that something was there, in this unknown portal where I was looking sometimes before playing the lottery at work.
“Rivers of honey,” - the voice repeated.
The voice felt happy.

Chapter 6

Borte and Oelun 

At first, Borte reminded me of a freshly made dumpling.
Soft.
Round.
Full of life.
Bright.
Or perhaps she reminded me of a young Asian child, with a round face, small eyes, and full cheeks.

Chapter 5

Temujin

"I see it!" someone exclaimed.
"See what?"
The young man sitting across from him laughed at first.
Then, suddenly, he became serious.
His expression changed so quickly—from an almost boyish face, with only the first signs of a beard, into that of a grown man. His features became hard as stone. His eyes turned cold as ice.
I tried to see him more clearly.

Chapter 4

The Souls

She was young and beautiful.
She had graduated from school and had all her plans ready for the new chapter of her life: mastering what people calledhealing with witchcraft.
She was the only woman in her family, and her “road” had been designed for her before she was even born.
“Go to university first,” her father said.
He was a warlock himself.

Chapter 3

The Folk Forest

One time, a guest entered the yellow house.
He was an old man, probably my grandfather's age, wearing a suit decorated with medals. It wasn't a surprise to me. He belonged to my grandparents' generation.

Chapter 2

Handsome man

A handsome man was looking at me.

If it hadn't been for his eyes—the windows of the soul—I might have looked at him differently. I might have admired his expensive suit, his necklace, perhaps even said something.

But his eyes told me enough.

I automatically looked away, thinking about the next bus or train.

The Ten-Cent Coin

Yesterday, at work, I was writing a story about magic during the Second World War.

I had only a few minutes, so I wrote on a piece of paper and folded it before putting it into my pocket. Then I went back to work.
Later, I reached into my pocket to continue writing.
The paper was gone.
I checked my pockets again. I looked around me, under the things on my worktable, and everywhere I could think of. Nothing.
Then I noticed something else in my pocket.
A ten-cent coin.

1.

В танце далеком

Ты ворон, шаман,

Сверкает звезда под луною.
Ты мой капитан, ты мой капитан,
Иду я в даль за тобою.
Зеркальный ли город,
Задумчивый стан.
В снегах заскрипели упряжки.
Любви капитан,
Царь из волшебной ты сказки.
Суровые ветры, степные цветы
Твоим заворожены танцем.
И смотоят они на тебя так как мы,
Не могут совсем оторваться.
Тайна волшебная, скорость минут.
Шаман или ворон, не знаю.
Я знаю лишь только,
Вдруг ветер умолк,
Ты птицей и в танце летаешь.

Woman and war.

She was young and beautiful, graduated from school and had all plans put together for the new chapter of her life in mastering what people "healing with witchcraft". She was only a woman in her family and her "road" was designed for her before she was born.

"Go to university first", - her father, warlock himself, said. He was educated himself, and proper education, this what he admired first. People without proper spiritual cleaning, education, even good talkers, meant nothing to him. He was old fashioned and high in his magic position and opinion.

Oh bella ciao.

War united them... Second World War united people who would never met in the real life. And twisted their lives in some strange magnificent circle where everything gets connected by invisible special power. When millions of personal stories becomes one and stay one may be forever.

 Four shining lights.

Snow, snow, snow… little flakes are drifting down on the road outside my window.

It is January. Dreamy hour at work again. This is what snowstorms create, quiet, romantic, unreal time when you want to think about far away moments, smooth, warm and cold like the weather outside and endless with all the dreams still where they are.

In falling snow, I always think of him.

Although we met in summer, snowflakes remind me of him more than sunlight ever could. Cold, distant, yet caring and strangely happy.

"Portals".

Chapter 1

Chocolate People

The old women seemed deeply troubled. The older they were, the more grief was etched into their faces. The eldest bit her lips, frozen in place, one hand covering her mouth.
They stood together in a small circle around a rectangular stone monument. The inscription told everyone that a village had once stood there, until it was burned to the ground by the Nazis during the Second World War.

 

Chapter 7. Echo across the river.

Chapter 7.

Echo across the river.

We spent every summer here before the Revolution.

We were standing on a small hill overlooking the river and a young pine forest that had been planted only a few years earlier. The tiny trees stretched across the blue sky like thin green lines.
Together with the other village children, all of us barefoot, we listened to two very old people who still remembered the years before the Revolution of 1917.

Chapter 6. Different Eyes

Chapter 6. 

Different Eyes

It was summer when I began learning about herbs.
An elderly woman was teaching me and another student who was twice my age. We walked through fields and gardens, learning to recognize medicinal plants, when to gather them, and how to dry and store them.
I listened carefully.
At that time, I was planning to study medicine at university.

Chapter 5. Another Man

 Chapter 5. 

Another Man

Another man came over and started talking.
He was more serious than the first one.
Shorter.
Dressed like anyone else.
Nothing unusual. Nothing luxurious.
Just ordinary.
He talked, but he rarely smiled.

 1.

Она играла на пианино

Всегда задирая рукав.

И номер рыже синий 

Как будто с ней тоже играл.

Я папа первой не стала,

И даже не стала второй.

Я просто пришла с вокзала,

Я просто пришла домой.

Сижу шевелиться не смею,

Есть час еще про запас.

И час закружится в вальсе волшебном,

Напомнив нам что-то в тысячный раз.

Снег на березах, клуб у дороги,

Кружаться пары и папа играет нам вальс.

Мальчик красивый танцует со мною, но только несмотрит в глаза.

Весенней порою, военной тропою,

Уйдет он в болота, леса.

Хороших знакомых сын.

Папа смеется, играет,

Давно за нас все решил.

Зима пролетела и лето.

А осень в пожарах была.

Горел старый клуб,

Забывшийся вдруг старый рояль.

Война в город наш пришла.

И ночью холодной

И в серости дня.

В холодном бараке, всегда.

Закрою глаза и слышу я вальс,

С мальчишкой кружась до утра.

"From beginning to beginning"

Chapter 1.

Old House.

My old house stood outside a small city. Somewhere far away, between two train stations and two rivers. 

It stood among farmland, forests, and gardens that were together for hundreds of years, like invisible guards watching over the whole our region wich was older then thousand of years according to found historical objects. 

How many times did I come here?
And how many times I did not want to come here.

I was very young, almost a child, and those days felt as though they would last forever.

My grandmother is reading a book. My great-grandmother is sitting quietly, looking out the window. She was always at the window, it was her favorite place when she was at home. 

"Я хорошо помню этот день".

Я хорошо помню этот день, точнее вечер, а еще точнее почти ночь. 9 марта 2014 года, воскресенье. Если забежать вперед и сложить 9 + 3 + 2014 будет 2026, сегодня, но это длинная по времени и пространству история.

9 марта я и отец моего ребенка ехали в машине и ругались из-за денег.

Я поставила диск с военными песнями что бы не слушать его.
Иосиф Кобзон пел патриотические песни о Великой Отечественной войне.

King of Fools: in the bus.

 1.

Mama Mia (secretary): mister Troll!
You are taking the bus too!
(sits near, whispering) on the bus you can sit here and there,
And everywhere.
Troll (looking around): the insurance is crazy here.
Mama Mia: right now?
Troll: no.
Then.
Mama Mia: busses are popular.
King of Fools (enters the bus, sits near Troll and Mama Mia): buses balance.
Mama Mia: this is so true.
King of Fools: mister Troll eat more sugar.
(gives Troll a cube of sugar).
Troll: sugar!
King of Fools: brown sugar is not sugar.

2.
King of Fools: mister Troll,
Why are you taking the bus?
Troll: I have reasons.
Reasons are part of communication.
King of Fools: mister Troll, you have to stop your agenda here.

Ночь поет с туманами,

Не звенит рассвет.

Пьяная, август сорок первого,

Я иду к тебе.

У вокзала улица, парни, мужики.

Пусть желание сбудется, 

Ты придешь с войны.

Ты в глаза посмотришь мне,

Ночи пелена,

Пусть желание сбудется,

Кончится война.

Голос слышу четкий,

Будто бы во сне.

Поколдуй красавица,

Вспомни обо мне.

Где-то силы грозные будут поднимать,

Эти силы грозные будут наступать.

Поколдуй красавица,

Не допей вина.

Что бы с войной справится,

Стань сильней сама.

Жду письма от милого,

Пусть придет.

Колдовство сбывается,

Ночь свое берет.

Не беру вина,

Пусть желание сбудется,

Кончится война.

Под веткой вишни пьяной

Слова укутал дождь.

Непройденной дорогой

Ты все ко мне идешь.

Стучи ко мне, отвечу.

Слова мои верны.

Ты сон мой бесконечный,

Ты правда в море лжи.

И было что со мною,

Не важно все сейчас.

Ищи меня, отвечу,

Слова нам не нужны.

Ты мой далекий вечер,

Надежды и мечты.

Духи мои вишневые,

Подарок для меня.

Как юная, влюбленная

Под вишнею зеленою

Хочу обнять тебя.

 Он был соседей наших сын.

Простой мальчишка,

Не высокий, не красивый.

Меня он даже не любил,

Но стал моей звездой счастливой.

Его в бараке тёмном я ждала,

Ему писала письма до рассвета.

Старик в лохмотьх мне сказал:

Любовь - мечта поэта.

Потом в вагоне воду приносил:

Мечтал я тоже о великом.

Сейчас одна мечта,

Пусть будет родина великой.

Туда где море, где рассвет

И чайки дремлют на прибое.

Тогда скажу своей семье,

Мы знали радости и в горе,

Когда земля остановилась,

И всё что было там, вчера,

Мне словно в будущем приснилось.

А я мечтала о любви.

Влюбилась в мальчика соседа.

Другая я, другая жизнь.

И я ждала его у входа,

Но притворялась как всегда,

Что с ним я даже не знакома.

Потом влюбился он в меня.

Мои стихи читал ночами.

Он утром уходил, а ночью сном мне возвращался.

Однажды утром будит он меня,

Уставший, грязный и седой,

По-русски тихо говорит:

Ну что ты спишь,

Вставай.

Победа.

Где реки сливаются вместе 

И сказки столетья звучат,

На фронт провожала невеста,

Сама как те реки журча.

В тяжелую пору солдатом,

Я видел её как мечту.

Я видел её как колдунью,

Влюблённую в юность мою.

Меня она крепко держала.

Преграды ей не страшны.

И знала, всегда она знала,

Приду я домой с той войны.

Я видел дома наши, реки,

Леса у лугов заливных.

Сквозь огненный воздух, удар артиллерий,

Я слышал её громкий смех.

Она усмехалась снарядам,

Она усмехалась врагу.

Колдунья, пусть знает, колдунья,

Я душу твою заберу.

Ей ветер поддакивал только,

Врагов от меня отгонял.

Шумели снаряды, но были они не страшны.

Колдунья, пусть знают, колдунья,

Надёжные чары мои.

Никто на пути не посмеет 

Ни встать, не обидеть тебя.

И с этой далёкой мечтою,

Далёкой невестой моей.

Всегда беспощадно, с боем,

Я шёл до победы моей.

Четыре прошли долгих года.

Приехал в родные края.

Меня встречает невеста,

Сама как все реки журча.

Лица простые, 

Улыбка судьба,

Готова сказать мне о многом.

Как шли поезда,

Как шли поезда,

Дорога сменялась дорогой.

Богатства здесь нет,

Рабочий уклад, стол, диван, телевизор.

Картинки красивые в книгах

В далеком году, в далекой стране,

Как будто сквозь годы я вижу.

Бежала всегда на третий этаж.

Дом слева, окно с ярким светом.

На кухне смеется цветной попугай, болтает про чьи-то секреты.

Хозяйке теперь не до меня,

Чай на столе и разговоры с соседкой.

А для меня смешной попугай с каким-то новым секретом.

Потом за столом простой разговор.

На все вопросы ответы.С<

Смешается все, это было всегда.

Года пролетевшие ветры.

И не понятно что было вчера,

А что за тысячным летом.

Потом мы молчим,

Просто так, хорошо.

Вот птица, которая знает.

Еще чашка чая, торт на столе.

Пластинка о чем-то играет.

Я засыпать начинаю, мечтаю о новом пальто и помаде.

Но разве я знаю, что этот вечер простой пойдет со мной через годы.

На старых полках книг чужих страницы.

Сейчас начнется тихий пересказ.

Сияют снова радостные лица,

Как будто все читают в первый раз.

Вот путник у забытого колодца.

И видит вдруг он радости глаза.

И снова свет и снова льется солнце,

И сказка эта без начала и конца.

Глаза другие.

В них танцуют тучи, глаза сверкают звездами в ночи.

Ну что же ты!

Уставший путник.

Смотри на небо, правду там ищи.

Вот праздник где веселье бесконечно,

Но почему-то хочет остаться он один.

Пусть будет вечность,

Пусть будет вечность,

Для нас для всех.

Мой друг, мой господин.

Смотря на всех,

Одну лишь замечает.

Волшебны песни юности влюбленной.

И для нее ночами он не спал,

И для нее одной работал.

Потом снова праздник

И солнца рассвет.

Веселый и грустный.

Ну что же.

Ты просто был пьян.

Мила, не мила.

Что делать, законы такие.

Придут времена,

И скажут про нас,

Что вскормлены мы все хлебом единым.

Потом свет зажгут, 

В окошке луна.

Растянутся дни и годы.

И будут шуметь в дали поезда

И будут гудеть параходы.

Потом снова вечер, свеча на столе.

Вот книжка забытая мною.

И ты улыбнешься конечно же мне,

Бывает с учебой такое.

Она играла на пианино

Всегда задирая рукав.

И номер рыже синий 

Как будто с ней тоже играл.

Я папа первой не стала,

И даже не стала второй.

Я просто пришла с вокзала,

Я просто пришла домой.

Сижу шевелиться не смею,

Есть час еще про запас.

И час закружится в вальсе волшебном,

Напомнив нам что-то в тысячный раз.

Снег на березах, клуб у дороги,

Кружаться пары и папа играет нам вальс.

Мальчик красивый танцует со мною, но только несмотрит в глаза.

Весенней порою, военной тропою,

Уйдет он в болота, леса.

Хороших знакомых сын.

Папа смеется, играет,

Давно за нас все решил.

Зима пролетела и лето.

А осень в пожарах была.

Горел старый клуб,

Забывшийся вдруг старый рояль.

Война в город наш пришла.

И ночью холодной

И в серости дня.

В холодном бараке, всегда.

Закрою глаза и слышу я вальс,

С мальчишкой кружась до утра.

Я вспомню о вас словами 

В чистой новой тетради.

Пускай за нас кто-то в свадебном платье кружиться.

Прошло такое время

И кто теперь рассудит.

Не все мечты сбываются.

Так было, есть и будет.

Слова мои ты просто,

Ты просто вольный ветер

Который вдруг разбудит мечтами на рассвете.

Пройду по шумной улице

И все здесь по-английски.

И не стихи пишу тебе,

Пишу тебе я письма.

Читай подруга юная,

С любимым не прощайся.

Через года всегда он будет возвращаться.

Уставшая с работы,

Захлопнув дверь,

Мне восемнадцать лет и 

Я в любовь все верю.

Говори, говори, говори,

Говори до рассвета расказывай.

И всю жизнь твою, двадцать лет,

Ты мне говори, пересказывай.

Пролетели года как птицы.

Почему же смогла с тобой милый мой навсегда разлучиться.

Только время нам судья,

Говорит про успехи наши.

И идет веселый мой день,

На тебя как всегда похожий.

Ночь в тумане яблочном 

И твои глаза.

Говорить нам не о чем,

Целовать нельзя.

Вечер встречи,

Школьный класс,

Ты к другим пришел.

А у нас, у нас, у нас, у нас

Все ведь хорошо.

Почему ты не искал,

Не спешил ко мне.

Мы с тобою разошлись

Моря корабли.

Бури ты прошел без меня,

А для меня, ты всегда яркая звезда.

Маленький город,

Старый вокзал.

Теперь здесь давно все закрыто.

Помнишь, мне тихо сказал,

Ты пой, мое сердце открыто.

Запела я вдруг о странах других,

Дорогах, дорогах, дорогах.

Где пальмы и солнце,

И море вдали, что с детства

По снам мне знакомы.

Ты вдруг замолчал,

Посмотрел на меня.

Зачем тебе дальние сраны.

Вот дом наш, родной наш причал.

Зачем нам моря, океаны.

Здесь осенью лужи,

Ответила я,

Дожди проливные и тучи.

Работы тут нет хорошей.

И дни друг на друга, одни за другим,

Похожи, похожи, похожи.

Тебя я любила, 

Меня ты любил,

Но что-то стало такое.

По лужам, холодным дождем,

Ты шел веселый с другой

И свадьба твоя весною.

Сейчас у меня город другой

И адрес мой на английском.

Каждый день думаю я,

Нет это уже привычка.

Ты, наш маленький город

И старый вокзал, что с детства в мечтах мне знакомы.

Ночью звездной, 

Ночью странной,

Ты пришел ко мне незванно.

Весь был соткан из тумана,

Весь был соткан из обмана,

Цвет зеленых глаз твоих.

Говорил про то что было,

И про то что позабыла.

Про чужие дали, страны.

За моря и океана,

Шли верблюдов караваны.

Вижу берег я далекий,

Волны, солнце, воздух теплый.

Поцелуев и объятий,

И из роз богатых платьев.

Золотые амулеты, на руках моих браслеты,

Драгоценные брилинты,

Тихих слуг моих таланты.

Говорил красиво, много.

Сквозь года пронес и горы.

Соглашайся, не стесняйся,

Нас закружат в старом вальсе.

Говорил ты одинокий.

И задел меня рукою, и обнять хотел наверно.

Только свет лампады строгий ...

Не хочу, сказала прямо,

Все что может быть и было,

Все ушло, все я забыла.

Дорога знакомая,

Радости дня.

Нет не ищу я покоя.

Спасибо за то,

Что ты для меня 

Сияешь яркой звездою.

Пораньше проснусь, кофе налью.

Нет, утро начну я с зарядки.

У меня есть где-то звезда,

Значт все в порядке.

Работа, работа,

Летит и летит.

Улыбка играет как пламя.

А вечером я на звезды смотрю.

Сияют они и сияют.

Мне очень нужна твоя звезда.

Одной мне звезды не хватает.

Вчера было грустно,

Сегодня игра.

Иду одна я с работы.

Как хорошо, 

Что в детстве твердят,

Идите своею дорогой.

Улыбка простая, веселый твой взгляд,

Как будто сто раз мы знакомы. 

Но помню твердят,

Идите своею дорогой.

Ромашка, ромашка,

Ты мне расскажи, 

Любит не любит.

Ах что же.

Люблю я сама проливные дожди.

Дожли веть неверные тоже.

Бывает пройдут далеко далеко.

Бывает подойдут очень близко.

Потом посмеются тихонько в глаза:

Искали тебя по прописке.

Снова уйдут ничего не сказав.

Я утром проснусь, как жемчуг роса.

Искали меня по прописке.

Помнишь когда-то в далеком краю,

Песню запели твою и мою.

Годы проходят, столетья, века.

Песня любви будет всегда.

Б-г есть любовь.

Очищение.

Б-г есть любовь.

И прощение.

Знаешь когда-то в школе,

Мы читали что такое любовь

На школьном нашем заборе.

К + А = любовь , простые буквы, простые слова.

А сейчас сама на чистой 

стене, буквы понятные только мне, напишу,

Ты и я, любовь, просто так без адреса, школьный смех.

Улыбнется прохожий,

Сколько лет, все тоже.

Я замужем, 

А ты женат.

Делиться мы не будем.

Хочу спасибо я сказать,

Спасибо что пришло, как в первый раз,

Вот это ветренное чувство.

Запретный плод стал сладок невзначай,

Но я контроль не потеряла,

И это для меня наверно главная награда.

Домой приду и не открою я секрет.

Пусть будет это песня без припева.

Может быть нам с тобой

Очагом одним не согреться,

Из ключа одного родниковой воды не попить.

Но любовь счастья круг,

Как срасательный круг в моем серце.

Новые мысли, мечты.

Я полюбила другого.

Нет я полюбила себя.

Значит юность не ушла без ответа.

Снова голос знакомый первой чистой любви.

И в душе поет лето, снова блеск дискотеки, платье яркое, красивые туфли мои. 

Улыбнусь я прохожим, кольцо подороже и тайна,

Улыбаюсь сегодня я только ему.

Привет, привет.

Ты послан был зачем-то мне.

Все хорошо и у тебя и у меня.

Я не ищу и не спешу в любовь играть.

Скажу я прямо в первый раз,

Я замужем, а ты женат.

Зачем скрывать 

И эти мысли отгонять.

А для чего-же ты в моей судьбе.

Возник как ветер перемен,

Счастливых, верю я.

Привет.

Мне тихо зеркало в ответ.

Красивей не найдешь.

И свежий ветер, солнца свет,

Пора вставать, открой тетрадь,

Бегом в спортзал.

Так я сказал.

Привет.

Весна пришла, любовь, ура.

Любовь к себе, весне, красе,

Под синим небом маленькой листве, и лужам и ручьям, цветочкам на лугах где я гуляла в юных снах.

Привет, привет, 

Позвольте мне сказать,

Холодный крепкий зимний день.

Да где-то, кто-то,

С кем-то где.

Так было много раз.

Позвольте вас спросить.

Нет, спроси себя,

А нужно ли вот это мне?

Да, много там всего,

Там в жарких странах,

Праздник и всегда жара.

А нужно ли всегда вот это мне, но соглашусь и да и нет.

Привет, я лето, 

Праздник до утра.

Ты празнуй, веселись.

И согласись, спроси себя,

А что потом.

Как в песне,

Новый поворот и что он принесет.

Ответ простой,

Сначала полюби, любовью новой,

Ты себя.

И книжка новая, спортивный клуб, и что-то яркое, 

Вот первый друг, привет.

Подожди, подoжди, подожди,

Без оглядки уходит время.

И дожди, проливные дожди 

Мне давно надоели.

Дождь нахмурится.

Я же весна.

Свежий отдых листвы 

После жаркого лета.

Вспомни тихий голос

У первой любви,

Что поет целый век в нашем сердце.

Теплым ливнем моим 

Все бессонные ночи до блеска отмыты.

Без дождя нет цветов, нет зеленой травы.

Снова чистое все,

Для тебя, для меня

И для нового лета.