last tour on the road to the anniversary
tsyganochka
;
I growing year,
soon - three to twenty.
Tell me where
poor to go?
time quickly flowed,
a damn in the presence of
looked - Unknown
to hell on kulichiki
and run for days and days
like when I really,
but at least sewn, even fasten,
but no joy in my heart
not play the trumpet,
roses do not pollinate itself
like a cat on its own
a century walk
only occasionally rustle
in the side pocket
Oh, my pennies pennies,
money my money
and I live like a monk
and law tolerating dry
у Христа, ребята, after * ; * to (нем.) - зд. нах ( прим. interpreter)
for broad bosom.
...........................
may God forgive me,
life almost prohlopav,
heaven on earth for me to find
anthroposophists?
stop I sighed
for any loss and will cheerfully
penetrate into the thin material,
by divine inspiration march routes
and himself to the devil
cultivate
- no, I can not live without sinning,
on other people's notions,
not lie to my soul
righteous pursuits
and neither Steiner nor Bock -
not I do with them sweet
Yes, probably, with God -
I'm not the one that should
........................ ..
I used a distant hail Peter
fly, perhaps -
but there will not be good,
also a matter of bad
rise in price daily bread!
Mademoiselle alone, in pairs
all went into the race for the long
U.S. and ramie:
that - to the lawyers, this - in the woods,
someone - near City Hall
everywhere time to spare,
even perfumes
and oppresses an underlying fear
fall into proletarians,
and damnation, someone to cancer,
and whom -
accident and someone led
to life political
or wind swept
much for Atlantic
urge on a hard age
then whip it'll be an extra carrot
man on the big festivities there
waiting in high teremu
not me joy
all seemed to mind,
let no wrong
...................... ........
me what to do with them?
want to live in the den, I,
where love and Alcohol -
whole ideology
something drought in the shower,
like in Ethiopia,
and can not believe is already in child
utopia
and even better to sin,
business conduct ohalnye,
ppm try to solve social problems
fact dangerous to humans,
tell you the truth,
and hard-headed son of a gun,
and fighters for the truth
as brains whatever one may say,
to happiness equally,
and factories are the ways
oh in hard side
really what either develop
the nose candy wrappers -
zavedut in dense forest
light romance
will result in the Kolyma
any Grenada
what can you do, my friend -
all is not as it should
...................... ......
wait, friend, wait,
cast sad, sad!
that, Look, ahead
dimly? -
waiting for Dad, Father God
in stellar obstanovochke
approaching the end of
komandirovochki!
of heaven, heck,
be used to start a conversation,
me the same - do not feed bread,
only give poernichat.
hell is in heaven is not in question!
main condition -
there to meet 've
female bar
why so why
yes on what occasion
hate and love their breed
suchiyu?
we used here did not live tuzha,
admired bees,
with zverushka'm friends
quietly snapping beak
we'd dragged ourselves from the fate,
sang along with the b pashkoyu
da daily fresh bread, washed down with
Brazhko -
but alas, some horseradish
angelic ranks
laid into us bad gene
for self-torture!
daddy, daddy, God the Father!
Why did not you intervene?
children nearing ambets,
and you only make fun!
and yours, how you doing?
identity out he got in trouble,
where reality has surpassed
any theory:
son was baptized - those on!
that more will follow!
well and who is your wife -
Bible do not know,
and hides (I realized)
this silence,
that life is your family
bitter despair.
as we now find the answer
a sad vale of tears, I,
where there is no life without women,
and with them - and more!
petals flew off the roses,
serenade fell silent at anchor steam locomotive -
all wrong, wrong!
.............................
life as the train swept
quickly
inexcusably failed - failed -
all, brother, relative!
if my lot, so,
why not start right, I
for the peace,
and finish for the health?
I'm in no hurry to the banks,
where waiting holy trinity
I used guys, only to see you
at least once a year, getting on good turf
wine each,
holding his breath,
yes Heavenly Father
invited to the meeting
I drink - and soar
and say: - Company!
dochego Well I love you,
any sex-titles!
not a clone, the earth's axis,
under difficult nosheyu!
let a few managed,
remember only good
what would come across on the roads then
Eternity,
was at us food and lodging
and a sip of carelessness
be difficult to let,
let each other torments -
well that we plan and cramped
case,
that crossed paths
in space-time,
happy that we met
in this sort-tribe,
that earthly existence -
still reward!
eh, guys, e-moe1,
what else we need?
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
No Bathroom Fan Solutions
Spring 2008 (served Gavrila rhymer)
Весеннее
Комар blue-eyed flies
me he had long been familiar,
he seemed to Sail
under this low ceiling.
Rally to me, mosquito, singing
under the roof of my house!
You like me, eagerly drinking,
whenever it would be something,
you, like me, the singer dull,
let the detachment tenors.
Fly quickly to the homeland sweet!
There paradise for us, for the mosquitoes!
We are here to suffer in a black body,
liberties we both want.
Fly, what are you, really!
Come, comrade, fly away!
with a cheerful bunch of mosquito
through the woods through the fields
expensive moon, night long
we'll fill in their region -
and meet our relatives gave,
and meet us Privetnoye chat!
Neither DEET nor dezinsektali
our quiet paradise will not be overshadowed!
We will drink the nectar daily
in the sky slowly soar
and girlfriends of bloodsucking
wonderful romances do -
and someone dreaming and worrying,
melody is awakened from sleep,
exclaim: - Mosquitoes are back!
Spring has come! Spring has come!
Exegi monumentum
I looked at gave passed,
time sliding down the slope:
we all loved and suffered,
my fellow friends!
Oh, sorry Moderate:
whatever one may say, and no vertical -
unlucky in love - so in death
should probably get lucky!
But looking sober eyes,
me, obviously, is not given
not lie in the Column Hall
performing in mourning movies,
not ride on a gun-carriage
to thunderous music regiment.
There will be no interview in the newspaper
on my merry widow,
will not be asking for local lore
homes my friends, nor my friends
worn sneakers,
or an inflatable mattress in the museum.
Neither the tractor in the fields of dusty,
no ordinary yawl rowing,
or asteroid long unsold
will not call me.
Sunday I hardly shines -
well, perhaps, to the Judgement,
and even links on the Internet
will not, to my shame!
Enough me and the rewards for
shebutnoe being,
that suddenly someone will be happy
though verbiage is mine! ;
Подруге-стихотворице
(на появление "vkontakte.ru" ладожских фотоснимков 1980 года)
Say Ludmila Moskalev,
well what kind of business,
that the glory of thy name
you with saluting?
without feeling that loss,
you - like a boat on a wave,
where the nose is shining "Tere"
and shkevich "- somewhere on the stern.
Ah, our young years!
Oh, girls, windy people!
you renounced freedom,
letting the goats in the garden.
Listen to me without anger
for watching me:
replace not just youthful maiden
appearance and name.
In the confusion lies:
changed to mask the essence - no.
Why a cage with wild lvvitsey
plaque to hang "Pussy-cat"?
and with the same name worthy
you, Luda, Lord forgive me,
times of stagnation and binge
could enter into the record.
And it Lyudmila Moskaleva "
(yes, sometimes I'm in comparisons cool!) -
it sounds awfully cool,
well as, for example, "Junius Brutus "!...
When" vkontakte "contactless
I'm with you once again get in contact
Ledet me in the head tactless,
that time - this is an artifact.
(Incidentally, I do not know really,
that, I want to say,
but former Komsomol
happy dust Pushcha in the eye!)
covered alien speech,
alien culture surrounded,
keep in the closet sword and shield I
and do not like the German wives.
Away from the northern capital
live in reality another,
but your names and faces,
they shine on me.
Radiance old photos
still dofotochnoy pores
excites my mind was a giraffe,
leads in the past worlds.
We all learned a little
anything and somehow,
especially - pint of grog
take a friend on his chest!
Because between us Moscovites
of ggrada Glorious Peter -
what not to do drunk,
order to look back on in the morning!
It takes our time,
but not yet quite gone,
still roam our shadows
among the shadows demolished walls ...
What else shall I say, Lyuda?
You can not keep his uncle evil.
sorry bastard without malice,
forgive toothless goat!
in the thrall of vile instincts
and sublime Nonsense,
hunt and I am lecturing,
really you, Lyudmila, sorry!
not make for yourself an idol
and do not lose their friends.
Lights east, rattles Lira,
seek pawns in a world of queens,
time rushing team,
drowning in champagne pineapple,
Skvortsov-Stepanov or buckle
still waiting, Lyudmila us.
And who else, Lyudmila asks,
in your name to it?
Poet resigns, the wind is,
fraud by Prophet squints,
Mumu dives into the pond,
and we sigh and live.
Ah, time does not catch us online!
How good thing to hide,
that there is in this world for whom
sad and troubled,
is the voice of a friendly guitar
and Email somebody Hi
and photos our old
flowing skylight -
light on our little,
vain who took the plow,
rebellious, orphaned, distressed
and - anyway - happy душ!
Весеннее
Комар blue-eyed flies
me he had long been familiar,
he seemed to Sail
under this low ceiling.
Rally to me, mosquito, singing
under the roof of my house!
You like me, eagerly drinking,
whenever it would be something,
you, like me, the singer dull,
let the detachment tenors.
Fly quickly to the homeland sweet!
There paradise for us, for the mosquitoes!
We are here to suffer in a black body,
liberties we both want.
Fly, what are you, really!
Come, comrade, fly away!
with a cheerful bunch of mosquito
through the woods through the fields
expensive moon, night long
we'll fill in their region -
and meet our relatives gave,
and meet us Privetnoye chat!
Neither DEET nor dezinsektali
our quiet paradise will not be overshadowed!
We will drink the nectar daily
in the sky slowly soar
and girlfriends of bloodsucking
wonderful romances do -
and someone dreaming and worrying,
melody is awakened from sleep,
exclaim: - Mosquitoes are back!
Spring has come! Spring has come!
Exegi monumentum
I looked at gave passed,
time sliding down the slope:
we all loved and suffered,
my fellow friends!
Oh, sorry Moderate:
whatever one may say, and no vertical -
unlucky in love - so in death
should probably get lucky!
But looking sober eyes,
me, obviously, is not given
not lie in the Column Hall
performing in mourning movies,
not ride on a gun-carriage
to thunderous music regiment.
There will be no interview in the newspaper
on my merry widow,
will not be asking for local lore
homes my friends, nor my friends
worn sneakers,
or an inflatable mattress in the museum.
Neither the tractor in the fields of dusty,
no ordinary yawl rowing,
or asteroid long unsold
will not call me.
Sunday I hardly shines -
well, perhaps, to the Judgement,
and even links on the Internet
will not, to my shame!
Enough me and the rewards for
shebutnoe being,
that suddenly someone will be happy
though verbiage is mine! ;
Подруге-стихотворице
(на появление "vkontakte.ru" ладожских фотоснимков 1980 года)
Say Ludmila Moskalev,
well what kind of business,
that the glory of thy name
you with saluting?
without feeling that loss,
you - like a boat on a wave,
where the nose is shining "Tere"
and shkevich "- somewhere on the stern.
Ah, our young years!
Oh, girls, windy people!
you renounced freedom,
letting the goats in the garden.
Listen to me without anger
for watching me:
replace not just youthful maiden
appearance and name.
In the confusion lies:
changed to mask the essence - no.
Why a cage with wild lvvitsey
plaque to hang "Pussy-cat"?
and with the same name worthy
you, Luda, Lord forgive me,
times of stagnation and binge
could enter into the record.
And it Lyudmila Moskaleva "
(yes, sometimes I'm in comparisons cool!) -
it sounds awfully cool,
well as, for example, "Junius Brutus "!...
When" vkontakte "contactless
I'm with you once again get in contact
Ledet me in the head tactless,
that time - this is an artifact.
(Incidentally, I do not know really,
that, I want to say,
but former Komsomol
happy dust Pushcha in the eye!)
covered alien speech,
alien culture surrounded,
keep in the closet sword and shield I
and do not like the German wives.
Away from the northern capital
live in reality another,
but your names and faces,
they shine on me.
Radiance old photos
still dofotochnoy pores
excites my mind was a giraffe,
leads in the past worlds.
We all learned a little
anything and somehow,
especially - pint of grog
take a friend on his chest!
Because between us Moscovites
of ggrada Glorious Peter -
what not to do drunk,
order to look back on in the morning!
It takes our time,
but not yet quite gone,
still roam our shadows
among the shadows demolished walls ...
What else shall I say, Lyuda?
You can not keep his uncle evil.
sorry bastard without malice,
forgive toothless goat!
in the thrall of vile instincts
and sublime Nonsense,
hunt and I am lecturing,
really you, Lyudmila, sorry!
not make for yourself an idol
and do not lose their friends.
Lights east, rattles Lira,
seek pawns in a world of queens,
time rushing team,
drowning in champagne pineapple,
Skvortsov-Stepanov or buckle
still waiting, Lyudmila us.
And who else, Lyudmila asks,
in your name to it?
Poet resigns, the wind is,
fraud by Prophet squints,
Mumu dives into the pond,
and we sigh and live.
Ah, time does not catch us online!
How good thing to hide,
that there is in this world for whom
sad and troubled,
is the voice of a friendly guitar
and Email somebody Hi
and photos our old
flowing skylight -
light on our little,
vain who took the plow,
rebellious, orphaned, distressed
and - anyway - happy душ!
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