Masterpieces of literary creativity - page 5
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A virtual young bitch,
♪ that got me in the eye, not the eyebrow ♪
♪ but it wasn't the first time ♪
♪ I've been pounding the gray keys ♪
"I've been feverishly pounding the keys for twenty-four hours...
And I loved her, the bitch, I loved her
I loved her with true love, no kidding.
I gave her toys and flowers
I stole from a neighboring site,
¶¶ Her beauty is ethereal ¶¶
¶¶ I loved her till the last byte ¶¶
¶ And she mocked me, a snake ¶
# Sending me new pictures
That made my brain
"that made my brain boil over with a fuzzy feeling.
After three weeks without sleep
And I couldn't stop her from doing what she wanted,
I persuaded her and she
She agreed to meet me for the first time.
I waited a long time. I've been rewinding my life.
I thought I'd greet her with a compliment
She turned out to be
A bearded, bespectacled student
Forgetting to rest long ago,
Rasping with petrol and diesel fuel,
An ant was carrying a log home.
Suddenly in a clearing by the river
He looked up and was stunned,
There, carefree and lazy
A dragonfly was dozing in the shade.
It's already September replacing summer,
The rain is pounding on the window every other day,
Having got himself a sweatshirt somewhere,
The ant sends a log home.
And on the ferry across the river
In the shade of an umbrella, with his eyes closed,
To the theatre or disco
A dragonfly floats leisurely
The cursed winter is fierce,
The tulu doesn't warm the shit out of it,
But the ant doesn't protest.
He drags two logs through the snow.
He got up to rest. He sighed heavily.
And suddenly he saw in the sables
Three dashing horses in harness
rushing a dragonfly in his sleigh.
- Where are you going, tell me, my friend,
not knowing the essence of existence?
- To spend your leisure time
I'm going to a dinner party.
It's nice to have a glass of tea
In the company of talented people,
I love the spirit of beau monde
♪ To see the birth of ideas... ♪
♪ Hanging the logs on my shoulders again ♪
The ant said to her:
"If you see Krylov there.
Tell him he's a [beep] duck."
Let me stagger in my stride,
Don't give me a place to live, don't feed me,
I'll go to work anyway.
"Payday is the most mournful day of the year,
There's just no payday this year,
Don't give me a ration or a paycheck,
I'm going to work anyway.
No way I'm going on vacation,
That's the sea I mean,
Tea and bread crumbs for lunch,
I'll go to work anyway.
And I don't need to be cured at all,
I may be cured in case of trouble,
I don't need any awards,
I'm going to work anyway.
I don't care if my clothes have patches on them,
I won't lie to you, mind you,
Even if I have to pay the fare,
I'll still come to work.
Even if there's a blackout, I'll come to work,
Even if the boss is Judas,
Even if the boss is a Judas, even if the brain is foggy,
I WILL COME! I WON'T WORK!!!
He had a safe and a hole punch,
And a framed portrait of his wife
♪ adorned his desk ♪
He was honest by Russian standards,
He had no money, no enemies...
♪ That's the kind of inconspicuous clerk ♪
Mitya Mud@kov went through life.
But then one day, as if in a dream or as if in a dream,
As if in a dream or in delirium
In the lift with the Chairman of the Board
He bumped into him in the elevator.
And in thought, apparently, of the eternal,
He looked at Mitya like a father,
He said, hugging him by the shoulders:
- "You know, Mitya, we're fucked...
"And with a wry smile he said goodbye,
"He looked beyond the line of good and evil.
He's gone, and with him gone are the assets
And Mitina's paycheck gone.....
He had been a fisherman all his life.
He was good at it,
And one day he caught a little fish
Not an ordinary herring, but a tsarina,
With a golden tiara in his forehead.
And the fish said to the old man: -
"Let me go, pepper, to the bottom.
I'll do all your wishes,
If you throw me into the ocean.
Let me go, pepper, to the sea.
You'll be fed permanently and drunk.
Grandpa was deaf in his right ear,
He didn't get the point.
You can't feed an old woman with fish.
And the old fish swam away into the ocean.
Then came the rain and the slush,
The fishing didn't work out that day.
The grandmother would cry hungry,
And she'll kick him over the ladder.
To console the grumpy granny,
he started to tell a nonsense about his catch:
"I've got a big crucian carp,
Golden from the tail to the teeth.
But he's a small and tearful one
He started whining that the house was full of caviar,
I won't see my daughter or my son,
I won't feed them with my milk.
You've stirred, you've broken my heart,
You've broken my nerve, you've broken my soul!
He called me pepper with respect.
I couldn't bear to let her go home.
My grandmother turned green with anger: -
You old goat! What an idiot!
Take the rheumatism out of your bones!
Why did you let the crucian carp go!?
The day before, the newsman on TV
He said that that crucian carp was cool,
He said he could, like Clavka's husband Victor.
He could get it all out and bring it home.
I don't have a washing machine,
I don't have a TV at all.
The house needs major repairs,
And wallpaper the walls.
¶ and my outfit? ¶ It's ridiculous!
I'm ashamed to go to my neighbour's house.
So I'll tell you what, take a quick bite,
And find me a crucian carp any way you like!
Grandpa found a crust of bread in the kitchen,
And then he took a bite of garlic.
He took a bite and, though the sky was frowning,
He walked back to the sea.
I took a breathing hose with me,
And hooked a float on the end of it.
I murmured: - "I'm so fucking punished!
And I dived across the wave.
And for better or for worse
And he was nose to nose with the fish,
That was walking and frolicking in the open air,
Drinking his hops with cognac.
Granddaddy was at a drunken feast,
Forgetting his grandmother's needs.
He drank a hundred grams or more,
And forgot all about his problems!
He danced and cuddled with the mermaid,
He confessed his love to the mermaid...
On the porch, the grandmother was waiting with a rolling pin
The grandmother waited on the porch with a rolling pin.
And when she saw her husband's appearance,
She sat down on the threshold with her knuckle.
and with her muscle on the cinch,
Grandpa dragged the whole box of goods.
Grandmother is now wearing furs and diamonds.
She drinks coffee and spills it on her bed.
Claudia hides her jealousy in her bosom,
watching soap operas with her.
But Grandpa is full and drunk all the time,
He's fishing in the morning, out of habit.
He drags the mermaid by her tail unnoticed
He drags the mermaid's tail to the dense bush.
There, hidden from the gaze of the nondescript,
He drinks his brotherhood with her.
And then from the cow's scones
He washes her tail, breast and scarf.
The old man was so lucky on a fishing trip
That he caught a goldfish.
That he sleeps under a bush on a mermaid,
And the old woman is satisfied with her fate.
But the pepper relaxed too soon.
The grandmother's toad is gnawing at him.
"The carp, the owner of all the treasures,
She needs the old man to replace her.
"The fish was furious
The fishy pahan went on the rampage.
He stopped the free stuff from coming in,
And swam away to the ocean.
That's the moral to the insatiable old women:
Don't look for the good from the bad.
Or you'll be in trouble,
Or you'll get some other kind of crap.
There's no rain, and the sun seems to be shining,
Nature's out of her sleep,
♪ And you think of a sandwich ♪
♪ It's so big, half a loaf ♪
♪ You can see it in your eyes ♪
♪ There's two tons of sausage ♪
# And there's cheese, there's a great big cheese
And you run to the kitchen,
"and you pick up the knife with a fierce fury,
And more than one star goes out,
♪ when you grate the cheese ♪
♪ Here it comes, it's ready ♪ Blow your trumpets!
How beautiful it is, how beautiful it is.
And you sink your teeth into it
And full of strength, and alive again.
Your soul blossoms like a forget-me-not
And somewhere in the sky soars
And indigestion?
Let it wait!
Don't do anything, don't listen,
Don't think about anything, don't know,
Eat, eat, just eat,
This paradise won't last long.
It's over! There's not even crumbs,
Where there was cheese and sausage
There's only green peas left
And a tear on your cheek
You sit by the window again,
And look out at the garden, at the ripening fruit,
You're not afraid of sickness or boredom,
# Till you run out of groceries A la biscuit!
Moving lightly towards me.
And your classic pose
♪ Very unusual in the half-light ♪
"It's a woman's skill to surrender
Forgetting tomorrow and yesterday!
There's still a moment to go,
And then there's infinity... Till morning.
And though we are not together for the first time,
Each time is like the very first time.
And the blue stars will drown
In the depths of your favorite eyes
♪ You're dressed in shower droplets ♪
# Sweet and salty and salty
You look so lecherous, simple-hearted.
I want one and I'm afraid.
You spread your legs gracefully,
Again, you're arousing and beckoning.
Wait, please, just a little while.
¶ you're about to ¶
# You're about to feel me #
She made jokes in French without an accent,
And I stood in the corner like an idiot,
Silent, and patiently waiting for the moment.
She was graceful in her dressing gown and her coat,
She was a dream come true
And I stood in the corner like a damn thing,
Already green with anticipation.
She sat languidly on the carpets
In a deep-necked nightgown,
With a hint of unmistakable eyes
And I, see the third line from the top.
She left with another man on New Year's Eve,
"I may be despised in my heart,
And I stand in the corner like an idiot,
Waiting silently for the other one to come.
The blood-stained kiss of the moon
The sleeping gods cover themselves.
Satan's time is coming.
I'm out hunting in the night.
I follow the trail like a predator.
And through the smell of perfume and sweat
I inhale your nakedness,
that you've naively covered with a dress,
But, alas, you can't keep it.
You're walking faster and faster How sweet!
You must have figured it out.
I've known for a long time
The cries and tears from your eyes
Did you dream of love, princess?
There is no love! There's only orgasm!
Of course you dreamt of a prince!
You wanted flowers and poems!
But before me you were naked
Without love and without words of affection
"I simply, without any foreplay...
I took what no one else had dared.
Do you think that people
See souls beneath masks of bodies?
Does anyone really care
The fragility of a girl's delicate soul?
Everyone wants only a girl's flesh
Everyone's in a hurry to enjoy it!
Here's a student whispering to his lady
Hundreds of memorized phrases
"He's hugging her shoulders with his arms around her...
He's already anticipating an orgasm!
♪ Soon people will realize the futility ♪
Of silly words. And then, for all to see
The boundlessness of lovemaking
Of voluptuous lovemaking!
And the priest will tear off his cassock
And the nun will pull up her hem!
And to the great god of orgasm
Everyone will sacrifice himself!
Everyone will let their feelings out
Each one becomes himself
And over the orgy of passion and pain
I'll stand, waiting for you.
But I'll see your lovely face
In the midst of these twisted faces,
And say to thee, "Hello, princess!"
"Hello, my prince!"
You sat in your pink lips -
A thin scarf wrapped around your neck,
A volume of Brusov in your hand.
You read with bated breath,
Your eyes glowed like acetylene.
I couldn't help but notice,
"I couldn't help but notice the curve of your languid knees.
I sat down and judged, unhurriedly.
The austerity of her features and the quivering of her thin lips.
I glanced at the book.
I said casually:
"Well, I prefer Sologub."
My God! How your eyes sparkled!
"Have you read it?"
"Not at all! I've tasted it!"
I looked at your cheeks in paint,
"I went pale, but still I stood firm.
And in the languid and playful conversation
The summer day melted away without a trace.
In your icy heart you could
You could make fire beneath the ice!
Draughts and newspapers were dispersed.
The evening wore on.
One moment and we were together.
Your fingers smelled of cigarettes
Your lips smelled of almonds...
In the park among the majestic statues
The smoke of the bonfires floated majestic
I caressed your waist in the sunset
With my satanic gaze
In a moment, I'll tear off your clothes,
As Balmont, the deceased, bequeathed,
But you have closed your eyelids in a haughty manner:
"Stop it at once, you impudent man!
How dare you contemplate it?
Suggesting that I should plunge into this filth?
Have not the lines of the Third Testament
not tear the eyes from your eyes?
No, you cannot substitute tomato juice
for the poet's fiery blood!
I, like Merezhkovsky and Blok,
I reject carnal love!"
And then I got really angry.
I stood up proudly and walked away.
Then I picked up a hooker on the highway
And read Minsky to her all night long.