Ольга Родионова(Верочка) * * * /Вы плачете, мой...

Olga Rodionova (Verochka)

* * * / Are you crying, my prince? ../

“Are you crying, my prince?” - No, I am king

In space ever-festive, bypassing

Traps of faces, and night algebra

I teach, in spite of the enemies and September:

I divide the bed, I multiply bliss

I diligently combine, bring

To a different degree, whatever I say ...

I find comfort in numbers -

And this does not express anything.

No, I do not mind sleep -

It must be really good for the body.

But what to say? Now, if spring ...

- Are you crying? - No ... drink some wine -

It is red as blood ... But closer to the point:

Fox hunters only own

Reduce the kill. Yes skins red

Two or three ... Fashionistas in Paris wear them -

And they now prefer a mouse:

Mouse color, please see, gray, -

And in fashion everything is English, like Bronte

And the Tower ... - You are crying! - Do not touch ...

I'm thinking ... I'm a philosopher, sir.

Evade, skillfully slip away

From the pain ... Dodge, pour

Through fingers, constructions and tables

And dissertations dust sheets ...

And never forever tie

That silly, unreal purity

Which mutilated faces ...

Are you listening my friend? I have

No more pain. I spent it.

I am the shell. I am an entry in the magistrate:

Four digits of the year, digit of the day,

And a month ... and three names at the same time:

One is mine, sung by the poet,

Two - those who gave birth to me,

Having combined ... the shell is squared.

 

Forever alone: ​​red head

My Ophelia swims in the river -

A fox tail flashed in the flood ...

Every master in the churchyard

As long as the shard - a stranger - is in the hand.

And after that it looks awkward.

I say one thing is forever here:

Tricks of a madman over the abyss! ..

I took you to a useless conversation -

But you had to climb into the soul ...

My unnatural union

With the other world you know.

But - you know? - I'm afraid to die,

Since stupidly loyal I remain

To your failed bride:

She is in paradise, and we will not be together ...

“Are you crying, my prince?” - No. I am laughing.