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BEZ GONORA NET PAL'M -- SHEXEREZADA (DVE BOBINY KRUTYATSYA ODNOVREMENNO) "TVOYA DEVOCHKA TEBE DOLZHN

ПОЭТ ЭМО

A GOVORIT' "NET"" (PAL'MY MOI SEBE VZYAT' -- PLOT S 2000 GODA)

"PREPIRACIYA NUZHNA DLYA DRUZHBY" TEORIYA PROTIV OPERACII (IMENNO POEHTOMU YA DOLZHEN IMET' HOROSHIY NOS)

"ON VSEGDA VEDET SEBYA NEHOROSHO;
V KURSE DRUGS -- TEBE V POLICIYU ZVONIT'"
EHTO K GIRLFRIENDE MOEJ, I DLYA ESCHYO
EGO VNESHNOSTI TAKAYA RAMA S TIT'

KOIX ON HOTEL NE VIDET' NU SOVSEM,
"VSYO VO MNE TY XOCHESH' VIDET' PACANA!"
I TRAPECII EGO IZ EHTIX TEM,
I TAKAYA VSEM POEHZIA NUZHNA!

ZAKLYUCHAETSYA VSYA SSORA VO GRIBE
MNOYU PODNYATOM; EJ VZYATOM NE V KORZIN --
MOEY MAMOJ, CHTO UCHILSYA V KLASSE B
I CHTO KLICHKA MNE OSTALASYA "GRUZIN"!

S TEX POR, MNE OTKAZYVAYUT V DEN'GAX, NA PEREVODY (NAM NET KONCA, NAVERNOE ZA NIH TY I OTKAZALAS' CHITAT' PIS'MA MOI)


"IF I HAD A CAR"
(M. Scherbakov)

The year 2013 drew to a close,
The Moscow subway took me from three railways,
During the holidays, into Cheremushki,
Through the indifferent sphere no longer mine,
Where a streetsweeper pummelled driveways, whom none knows --
But once was colorful, and now no comfort;
The work amounts were given strictly by the key
Inconstuent so sordid, there's no line!

Night and day, the ashes flitter through the scope
Of rooves and manholes, exits and apertures...
Beat to the pollen, to an honest resident
Instructing vitally: catch your percent.
Your bucket will bequeath no space for how I hope
And I won't stoop to relic of a verdure,
You, sweeper, could variagate your assignment
And in the depth write essays, paying rent!

You could be, at the very least, excising sheet
And clean up stuff, assiduously combing,
You could even take a vacation and replete
Your old abode back home with what you've earned!
Your conspicuity entirely makes me beat,
I see you driveling and not welcoming!
I was ensaddling an old line straight to her feet
Who made me sing and eve not to be scorned!

Not looking back I must be singing of the sour
Who will get barely weekdays back to order,
Who has to hassle to a meet in outer space
Not being afraid to drown in what will come;
But, from the metro, there's another half-an-hour
To pass a sale and slowly cross the border...
To where again my good old Moscow I can face
And then eschew the roughness of its throng.

But not bewildered -- or yet savage -- Moscovite
Puts the refuse for simple blokes and tells them:
Here's my endowments, they are measured to my size,
My sizy salary and all the rest...
The year went forward and the petards burst the night --
The sweeper stood, not vanguishing his emblems,
Looking astonishingly suave upon my wise
And hairy features, spazzy as the best!

Scherbakov: I donated an organ, mama in closet

The shore was all but beige: not vain, fron age to age
Was it pueriled and whitened by Alpian waters' rage!
On how the shore is white, the hill garden looked right;
In garden was the house and the hearth was burning blithe.
Thereinit was the house and the fireplace furnaced bright.

The doorshed queaked and scaped; the garden roared as cape
Whereby the set was leaking, from heights -- from skies agape.
Upon the hill, a dark, and where the dark was stark
With hands serene and coldened you beckoned me afar!  C-

repuscularly breezed and lofty was the East,
Again the tide was tidy and singing was the creased
Sand, waiting for the blooms, as openeyed stalk looms
And France was brillianting from over the lake loos!

But groans of flying herds and waves's sighs where it hurts
Were noisying, as if they were saying: Nature morts
And the bank, white as chalk, was telling me I stalk
And the police is called for on luces and on calk...

I had to wake the hell and get out in a shell
That moves upon the water and wishes new life well;
The zenith lingered fresh and I, not being called trash
Saw shore and bank, dealt azure, where I'm for got mid mesh

And meth is smoked, and organs commit me to the trash
But the bank roars as flesh.

The Shadow
(M. Scherbakov)

I've gotten used to a celibate shadow, observing no farther than a s-
Tep; the book is only a paper; a looking glass's but a glass.
In it a razing twin and submissive listener, full of pennance,
Fades, wouldn't be even blinking let alone drooling -- it was well as!

Yesterday, he did get tedious and attempted to please his appetite;
Didn't indulge or wasn't enticed by my elocutive tune --
Whereupon he shot out of the house to weigh, and compare, and happen,
All along with some new tunes what are they doing -- once in a moon!

Well it is not some show wagon for the new age, it's not always funny;
The hearing's waiting for a grandiloquent essence, a relic, tone --
You enjoy your rife walk, my sagacious echo, obsconding money,
Conquer the noise without laugh, if you don't find music -- just move along...

The brigant crowd has been dictating to ancient choirs some amiss-notes;
But the moment that something's athwart, speedy gracious, away and down,
With the choir, it's unbearable, while at the bottom, okay in distance --
Whether it's that or this way, akin and identically not fun.

I am dazzled and fading; my debut is lost and the benefit's needless,
Necessary now away from the stagings, to the dark silent prayer;
This way, that a way, broke some rules, barefoot bent some needles --
Time away from the searing acutest to dulling one, when it's bare...

With that abated ache, the care's art, but the maximum's two tablets --
Secong, and all the insane pain, and residual head-piece have flown away;
Hey you twin, when you do return from your intricate walking habits
Reinvent lackadaisically, how to thence occupy your day...

By the Train 
(M. Scherbakov) 

I couldn't take off on wings, into the night, a rail; 
On time isn't happening, the sleep might well prevail 
But with day's blaze in coup -- wayfarer eats some food 
And says he knows the scoop: in hell he can burn good, 
Inferno taste as soul -- and touched by flames but whole. 

Bandana gives him ruds -- in wins he sees no fits: 
Some HQ base deprived him of some benefits... 
And he is heading there, from the Point M to N; 
In debt is every square and they'll be punished then! 
He waves the fists at night. He can't be helped, not quite... 

He knows, he's right, and dub -- in hell he's well appraised 
That to sow ashe and blood he wasn't prod by the base; 
That to badge up the trap and boot up an old toe 
He is from birth made hap. It don't take an auto... 
Wayfarer drinks, I'm near -- I'm stranded with bad fare. 

The night fades out with nought, as ashe and blood is shed -- 
I feel I've tied the knot but can't contain my sted: 
I wasn't born for prods, I haven't earned my burn 
But fare is all I've got -- wrong ticket not returned 
And right one not procured: I'm late and I can cure!


The Cherry Juice not For Gaining Weight
(M. Scherbakov, 1984)

Upon the levee now a crowd both castigates, intreps and beckons;
From far off islands the ship came, it was awaited by all wharf...
Every incominant breaks clears, and every gaze is looking wretched:
The salut thrives, the levee breaks but that is only for the dwarf.

The fortune's flora dazzles them, and intrepids them the regalia;
They're ready with a decent tale, a fragrant story for the rogue:
How they could not spare a tongue whale and sacrosaunctly honor guarded;
And greeted all, abated all and dedicated rest to bogues!

You know I won't be heading to an access weight extermination;
For the whole nation I will run to see the grandeur in its tithe:
How long's it possible to stare snd watch you drooling to ovation?
And carry on for the whole night with only you, repeating blithe?

We're tears away and steps away from the intense interrogation
Of waves and breakers, and the billows overtaking bayonets --
And you are laughing at my heart and eating cherries out of ration
Small as the university and big as pigeons' parapet!

And so each year insteps a year, around us, jelly of perception
And century on century stands like a whale and greets the small;
While you are intricately grieved, you eat the cherry pop and wait there
As the cat purrs and dogs are clean and evil students get it all.

The bent of heaven bodied arm is ever one and always changing
And on the spoon vessel a pit starks rapid, not hitting the mouth;
Not blood, not tears, and not the wine -- the cherry juice attaining habits
But I can't walk away from you not this year, that -- not North, or South.



«A Lomonosov chto? Esche za xlyab-!»

A NU-KA VY MENYA ESCHE! (MNE SLOMALI TOKMO NOS) MNE TABLICU MENDELEEVA ESCHE NEMNOZHKO POUCHIT'?

EHTO ZH ALLA PUGACHEVA -- PREZHDE ZHIZNELYUB,
MOZHNO DELAT' -- TO CHTO DELAT', TOL'KO NE NEMNOZHKO.
PO SIEKCII TRIEKLAT' -- "YA TEBYA XOCHU B -- "
CHUB BY TOL'KO DA VZAIMNOST', I ESCHE OKROSHKU.

MAVR-CYGAN UZHE MAKBETOM PORYVAET PUT'
MEZHDU DVUX MEZHDOUSOBIC -- "REBRA, MOZHNO, KSEN'YA"?
NALEGAET "COMMENT-CA-VA," SAVVA, GOLYJ PUP,
RASXOTENIE, XOTEN'E -- I ESCHE STREMLEN'E.

EHTO YA NE LYUBLYU BAB? (NUZHNO NEIZVEDANNOE, CHTOB KISHKA PODYMALAS'?) SIMFONIYA "MANFRED"

CHTO YA DEN'GI VSE "SEBE" BRAL
NADO ZH BYLO BY EMU
ISPOVEDOVAV KLEVETOJ (BEZ VETRA VITY)
V TRI VEDRA I PO UMU,
GOVORIT' CHTO EMU "ZHALKO"
PROCENTIROVAT' USPEX --
NA LUNE GULYAT' ZAKALKOJ
I VSEX PODYMAT' NA SMEX...
PODYMALAS' SOVEST' MAMY
ZA NEGO I DO NEGO
CHTOB DO XANAX'A UPRYAMO
DOVESTI OT VNIIVO,
PODKABLUCHENNO TERYAT'SYA 
V PREDLOZHENIYAX KLEVET --
KAPITALOVLAZHNO YAJCA
OKURIT' (O KAKIE U NEGO OXOTY) INSTRUKC'EJ "NET"
I S TEX POR VSE DAMY-BLYADI
RIFM UVIDEV NA KOZHE
SVOI TANKOVYE PRYADI
PROYAVLYAYUT NA ROZHE
PRED'YAVLENIEM PRETENZIJ
NE POVERIT' V EHTU YAV'!
VOT KTO ZASLUZHIL AMNEZIJ (A U MENYA ONI V MOZGU OT MASHI I EE) --
MAT' KAYUKOV NE OTSTAV!

SUXOE UXO I RESHENIYA IM SCHAST'E UBIT' EDINSTVENNAYA ZADACHA SPASLI TANKI?  ZADACHKA KOGO NA TOT SVET?  CHTO GOVORIT AVEENA?  PODSKAZKA: OTVYAZKA, OTREZH' SVOYO UXO ZACHEM KOMU TY TAKAYA NUZHNA?


(KRYMU -- CHTO LI?)

BUD' TY SCHASTLIVA SKAZAT' EJ
V MORE STOYA DLYA DVOIX
NE ISPYTYVAT' ZACHATIJ,
NE PROVERIVAT' SVOJ STIX,
PRED''YAVLYAT' TYUR'MY PRETENZIJ --
IZRASXODOVAT' USPEX
I DLYA RASSY VSEX AMNEZIJ
ZHIT' IZODNYAVDEN' NA SMEX --

OT TRISTANA I IZOL'DY
NE BYLO NI ODNOGO
MUZHIKA S BLT SOLI,
ZHENSCHINY S SVETA TOGO
CHTO BY MNE NE GOVORILA (P'YA IZ GORLA, OT EHTOGO VIDIMO UMURAUT I VLADIMIR!):
YA PEREVODIT' MOGLA B
I XOCHU I VO MNE SILA (YEAH I'M A SICKO DARYU DAMAM GVOZDIKI IZEKIEL)
(NEIZVEDANNAYA S BAB)!

NA TOT SVET VAS -- REZUL'TATY
VASHIX SUDEB I TRESKI...
CHTOB OSTALIS' NEBOGATY,
NEPOLADNYE MOZGI
TE CHTO EST' VO MNE STREMYATSYA
POCHINIT' SEBYA A IX
PREDAT' V OBRAZA UBRANSTVA:
K XODU SMERTI DLYA DVOIX!




PROSTYE VKUSY OBEZLICHIVAUT! (MASHA S OBEZLICHENNYM LITSOM)

SEX -- UBIVAT' RODITELEJ
VO PATOKE V TYUR'ME:
NET GNEVNEY OTRAZITELEY
SAMIH SEBYA V GAVNE

I DAZHE S CHINATOWNOM
I FOTOCHKOJ DANNII
ONI STRADAUT DAUNOM --
VSYO DELAUT ONI

I DALAJ LLAMU SLUSHAUT
ZAMESTO RICHARD GERE
POSMOTRYAT I POKUSHAYUT:
LA GUERRE COMME A LA GUERRE!

"KOMPANIA TONONI" SKORO VOVREMYA UMRET OT IRONII




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дата публикации: Jun 13, 2018

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