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“Gariki” by Igor Guberman is another reason to smile, even in those moments when it seems that there are no reasons for smiles:

I am mentally quite healthy!
But I am crazy about catching luck ...
From the wood I broke,
I would have easily built a cottage!

Sometimes you wake up like a bird
winged spring cocked
and I want to live and work;
but it goes to breakfast.

For the joys of love
once having paid with acute pain
we are so afraid of new hobbies,
that we wear a condom on the soul.

Our whole penchant for optimism is
from inability to imagine
what kind of an enema tomorrow
fate decided to put us.

For a long time already two lives I live,
one inside, the other outwardly;
which one will I call real?
I do not know, sometimes I am alien to both.

Only weak people learn
mutual learning relationships
that too climb into other people's destinies
possible only by personal invitation.

I traveled to different countries
my sorrow is like an old world:
what a scoundrel is everywhere above the crane
hung up the mirror in the morning?

Sometimes it prevents me from falling asleep.
Thrilling, no matter how you turn,
Suddenly the essence
Any unthinkable bullshit.

For that I love slobs,
blessed with spirit like a seal
that there are no villains between them
And do them dirty tricks.

Human layer in us a little bit
layered shakily and anxiously
easy to return us to the cattle,
raise back is very difficult.

To me my disgust is dear,
I have been running for a long time:
even to spit on the enemy,
I do not put shit in my mouth.

I loved books, booze and women.
And I did not ask for more from God.
Now my age excitement is reduced.
Now there are no forces for books.

Living in a mysterious homeland
from night to day for decades,
we drink to the Russian way of life,
where there is an image, but there is no life.

Looks very solid and serious
under the shadow of the philosophical facade,
we turn the hemispheres of the brain,
and we think - the hemispheres of the backside.

Learning to endure, learning to lose
and with any everyday stouzhe
learning, whistling, repeating:
spit, it would not have gotten worse.

Getting involved in a lot of things
Do not rush like a nerd through the jungle,
Do not worry that you did not have time,
Maybe you're late for the Titanic.

I love female words spring
And female thoughts dance,
Because we are smart of books,
And women - right from nature.

When someone teaches us life,
I'm all dumb;
life experience idiot
I myself have.

The soul is sometimes hurt so much
that one can only howl or shout;
I would spit in a vulnerable esthete,
but the mirror will have to wipe.

Extremely simple nature itself
understands our typicality:
than a person has more mind
the sadder is the fate of this person.

In me that gurgles boiling,
then a spark splashes right into the powder;
send me, Lord, patience,
but only very, very quickly.

There are hundreds of watt lamps,
but their light is harsh and maimed,
and who is a little bit intricate,
sometimes extremely humane.

I can not understand why
so I am destructively weak toward women;
maybe from my rib
was a few women done?

The mind is full of flexibility and rudeness,
when he is with conscience in the fight,
we don't lie to anyone so often
and as well as myself.

In life you need to take breaks
to shut down and be out
so many times, while alive,
feel this happiness again.