*** Жил в Москве. Перекусывал в суши- барах....

***

He lived in Moscow. Snacked in sushi-

bars. I was looking for the essence.

In the process, as a rule, a lot

walked. Populated - thank God -

satisfies the needs

in the streets, avenues, delights

which are not distracted, even

not distracted from their own soot.


I went to St. Petersburg to listen to trams.

There was greener grass and

fungus on the walls. And the walls themselves

they did not let their eyes go, even though the sulfur in the veins,

as on the Buckle, inject, even Pepsi with rum:

stopped in front of every house.

And looked into windows, porches, souls ...

in general, I managed to stop loving fairy tales, right there -

forgot about everything. And in the morning the dew

answered questions in Tauride.


Still (probably saved from hysterics)

sometimes he returned to his native shore.

I was glad. I took the bus by

everything that is irreversible

gradually changed. Past the house

where he once lived. I met acquaintances.

I made conversation circles with my friends -

the hotter, the faster - from Suvorov-

skoy to Derzhavin (there are many).

And he loved when the Belfry painted

in the quiet air with their burgundy paint.

The year was ending. A new one began.



September 30, 2009


Polina Sintsova, on her birthday.

Maybe we will live to see that success

Will be determined by personality development,

And not the amount of her cherished cash,

But, most likely, this is the rule in those


The times are hopelessly left, unwritten,

When songs were composed, but only between battles,

I cleaned the pen. And shaved with straight razors.

And now we have a diagram of life, painted


By the hour ... For starters - a stock of patience,

And follow the stages to success ... Whoever we are!

Indeed, it is not for the same that we came to this world!

I want to break through, but through other thorns.


And first - through the weeds inside me.

No matter how I loop through this development,

Moving mainly on a whim,

I will know that there are still the same absurd,


Personality rebellious to time, boring!

Those who constantly do something worthwhile

For example, building chapels to the revolutionaries who died -

Let them be built from simple cardboard for now.


And of them the first person is Polina Sintsova,

Which I wish lightness today: in motion

In life and in self-expression!

And which I remember, as the Lyceum student said, where would fate


She didn't leave us. Under the vault shaded by blooming cherries

Someday I will enter the red and yellow chapel, and the architect

He will say: “Here, look”, - will smile, and others

Comments will probably be superfluous.


November 27, 2008


Evening


The wet yellow asphalt is absorbed greedily by the eye.

This insipid food is easily digested by the mind.

As always, I cannot look at life without irony -

Allegretto from the Seventh Symphony is in the head.


I commit myself to the verse, not knowing where it will lead;

Like a yolk from protein, my character is eaten out of me.

I'm ready to applaud these smoking fairies

Just let their eyes be a little sharper.


This evening sails, almost without raising waves.

I would like to sit now in Nice with a glass full of

Reflections on life, like the heroes of Remarque ...

Here, perhaps, is the whole explanatory remark.


19.09.2008