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Confectionary For Men


1
 
There was Nadia with the baker,
She was his wife under law.
Upon this Nadia briefly staring,
You believed, who she was…
And, having forgotten about the ideal,
(Ah, ideal is where is sin!)
You attained momentarily,
What for all is this woman…
Thus trivially having dressed
In her home clothes,
That you momentarily attained
All the depravity of her…
Thus, these properties achieving,
You, if you had been ladies’ man,
Gave the sign, and to you denuded
Appeared in the assigned time…
From your initiative
Depended second chapter’s move.
Instrument in your hands. Motives
Certainly you must choose.
 
2
 
In July noon before the counter
“La Garconne” she reads,
And flies crawl on the graphs of
Consumable book. In the counter – sleep.
Sleep the unsold rolls,
Sleeps the stuck together Monpasieur,
Sleep in a casket banknotes,
And the rum babas too.
Sleep the eclairs and brioches,
Toffees, cakes, pretzels,
Sleeps emerald of fake brooches,
In eyes – perversion’s coals.
Sleep tightly the sweet ranks
Of unpresentable sweetness,
Sleep the last year’s meringues,
Not meant for the guests…
And Kolya from behind partition
Snores, like a believing husband.
In sleep with his beard he rustles
Suddenly shuddering against the wall.
And confectioner sleeps behind reading:
Her book does not tell a lot.
All in counter sleeps, with exception
Of alive pages of Margaret!
 
3
 
Suddenly to counter comes the rider on a stallion.
From the porch she did awake.
Before her is mister constable,
Flows sweat from his face:
“What heat. Give me kvas…”
She – after corkscrew and a glass.
And his left eye on the meat
Of her breasts, the other – behind mill…
“What do you sell in your counter?”
“All that you’d want.” – “Is there wine?
I, do you know, am correcting…”
“Permission to us is not given…”
“Ah pity. Now to drink – notably…”
“Is there more kvas? There is lemonade…” –
And smiled so amusingly,
As if squeezed out a pomegranate.
“Not for me, maybe,
Will be found the glass of wine?”
“I do not think. Does not appear,”
She flirted with him.
“And can I drink your lips
Instead of wine?” – muttered the rank. –
“I will mark the price without concession:
There is no reason for me to yield…” –
And laughed, broke,
As they say, in three is the road…
But all this was to me dear.
That he fell on her horn…
And decided as a result,
That you start flirting with her,
And baker will, by the way,
Hold – “for some occasion” – alcohol.
 
4
 
After him came some cottager,
Thus, nothing absolute.
A shabby problem book in hands.
Wearing the torn coat:
“Two rolls each for five kopecks
And for a kopeck caramel…”
Disgustedly-adhesive hungry look,
And rigmarole in the brain.
“Allow me, Mister Scientist,” –
Gives the bag respectfully:
He takes upon the twisted shoestring:
“All this is right, the light of mine!
But how did you understand,
That I am teacher in retirement?”
“And your problem book?” – And in the final
They have collusion in brief time:
The teacher receives the rolls
And most from the baker.
For this in the stinking alley
She gives a lesson to her sister.
 
5
 
Then comes the old doctor:
“Allow me the cake of chocolate.” –
“How lives Tipsi?” – “The dog?
May Devil himself tear him up!
He ate all the neighbours’ turkeys –
Now we must pay a huge jackpot…
Heh-heh, no pity for women-souls,
But not for sins of souls of dogs!
You somehow have gotten thin?
What with you, mistress? For long time?” –
“I’m feeling bad actually,
And under spoon the pain…” –
“Well, you could get medical treatment…”
“There is no wealth though thus is all…” –
“But, please, without complaining:
I’m not an ascetic, you know:
Will not reject accepting nature…
“Do you agree?” – “From what…” –
And gave to understand with her figure,
That her plan is good.
 
6
 
But this is not enough for Nadia,
All these, taken “in binding”:
Here from the boulevard magazine
The tongue-tied poetaster.
Dress of last fashion in Pinsk
And fixature in the hair,
Epilepticism, a la Vertinsky,
And romanticism a la Hoire!..
“The divine saleswoman,
I want ten rum broads:
Pardon, not broad but maiden:
Ten maidens with rum!” –
Hurriedly take with hand to mouth
One of the rum maidens.
Nadia funnily shudders
And says: “write a poem
About me: it will me flatter
To read about myself in magazine.”
And “beautiful” screams the poetaster!
But here are your conditions:
For every line about the broad,
Pardon, the rum maiden!”
Laughs Nadia: “Pie from columnar road
Will steal it all!
For every poem,
That you will write about me,
I call you for tea with jam…”
“Lonely?” – “Lonely.”
 
7
 
Upon the visit of the buyers
In violated sleep of confectionary
From experienced fingers of the masters
To consumable underwear…
Suddenly await the cheesecakes,
Gato, and kitchen, and noise,
And, echoing broken excitement,
They mutter: “Try, I ask”…
He ardently lures all to Mamon,
And, fumbling customers,
Wife and bread on the workman –
All ask to try themselves…
When to the counter comes Kolya,
Her honorable spouse,
She, him diligently schooling
(He is resilient to barbs!),
Let him know, that sacredly
She leads the trading house…
And the man’s mug is crumpled dumbly
With unattainable triumph!
 




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Do You [Still] Want Me By Dawn?





Two lit candles by the table
The silence is speaking
I'm obsessed
Enchanted night
Everything outside is still
Your desire glistens in the corner of your eye
My heart pounds
Today will soon be yesterday
 

The enchantment takes over
And hot feelings sedate us
My self defense [mechanism]
We give and take
But the question lingers on
 

Tonight I'll make your body and soul glow
Do you [Still] want me by dawn?
In the darkness of the night our love can feed
But do you want to love or run away?
What'll happen next?
What'll happen next?
 

The first light of dawn
Is soon outside our house
But yet still
We have the night
I want to give you a memory
Something for every sense
So enjoy and feel
And the truth
Can wait a little longer
 

We meet and we disappear
But if we run out of time
We'll get to stay
And get an answer
You remember the question
 

Tonight I'll make your body and soul glow
 

Tonight I'll make your body and soul glow
 


10.03.2025

I'm Still Not Giving Up on Getting the Credits I Need





—This is the story of a certain student, the story of a foolish student who, with exams approaching, starts panicking because he hasn't done anything to do with the exams.
 

End-of-term tests start tomorrow.
I have to study, I have to take them seriously.
The way it's going, I won't get the credits I need.
It's really bad, it's really bad.
 

I get back home, put down my bag,
look around, my room's a mess.
It starts bugging me, my room's a mess.
I have to clean up, I have to clean up.
 

—Next, the student begins to tidy his room. Time relentlessly passes, the date advances. The room's a mess, study hasn't begun.
 

Tidy up my room! Hurry! Hurry!
What the exam'll cover! Where did I put it? Where did I put it?
Rely on my best guesses! Pray! Pray!
Dawn's not far away! Rush! Rush!
 

The day of the exam, I slept in.
What a thing to happen! If I jump out of bed,
I'll still be on time. I burst out of the house.
I wait obediently at the red light.
 

I basically run, sometimes I walk.
By breathing's heavy, my head hurts.
But I don't give up. I won't give up yet.
I'll sit the exam, I'll get my credits.
 

—One misfortune after the other befalls the student who foolishly woke up late. Nevertheless, the student still won't abandon hope.
 

To the appointed place! Run! Run!
The end-of-term exam! Take it! Take it!
Sleepiness whispers! Sleep! Sleep!
Beat the drowsiness! Wake up! Wake up!
 

—Overcoming various trials, the student made it to school in one piece. Thus he can finally sit the exam unashamedly.
 

I got, I got to the appointed place.
I took, I took the end-of-term exam.
I'm worried about the results! How will it go? How will it go?
All I can do now is pray! Please! Please!
 

The day after the exam, I slept in.
But it's OK, today's a day off.
I welcome a refreshing morning,
look around, my room's a mess.
 

I'm tired so I'll leave it as it is.
Next time I feel like it, I'll do it then.
For now, I'll sleep, just have a break.
History will repeat itself again.
 

—This was the story of a certain student, the story of a foolish student who right before his exams felt like tidying up his room. Now as for the exam results …?
 


10.03.2025

And Come On





And come on, and come on,
you already knew for a long time
that this love of ours
had been with others,
 

that all of my dreams,
I would never have achieved them,
that I was yours for life until
you had someone else like me.
 

But come on, but come on,
I already knew for a long time
that these words of mine
I told you were perfect.
 

And that love at this point
was over already for a long time.
I'm only afraid to tell you because
I'd not have found someone else as dear as you.
 

So goodbye, best wishes to you
and so goodbye, best wishes to me too.
What's the point of staying together now
if everything's over between us?
 

So goodbye, best wishes to you
and so goodbye, best wishes to me too.
What's the point of staying together now
if everything's over between us?
What's the point of staying together now
if everything's over between us?
What's the point of staying together now
if everything is over between us?...
 


10.03.2025

It's Christmas





I don't know which star brought you here
And my life was filled with 'I love you'
And I left all my sorrows in the past
They have become love, they have become love
Look outside, it's covered in snow for good
Let's go and play like children
Thousands of lights shine rhythmically
 

Let it be the beginning
My love, the beginning
All the Christmas together
It's more than just my wish
 

All the Christmas together
It's from now on my only wish
All these years and celebrations
Let me be in your arms
Let you be in my arms
 

All the Christmas you should say
Even a thousand and two lives aren't enough for me
To have you here by my side
Every Christmas
 

It's Christmas
It's Christmas
It's Christmas
It's Christmas...
 

I don't know if it's a miracle
Or if I'm living a dream
But everything has festive scents
And all the mistakes
They are left the deep
 

They've become love
They've become love
 

In front of the fireplace
We're making our own fire
It burns and warms up our own heart
Christmas songs on radio again
They sound loud, very loud
 

All the Christmas together
It's from now on my only wish
All these years and celebrations
Let me be in your arms
Let you be in my arms
 

All the Christmas you should say
Even a thousand and two lives aren't enough for me
To have you here by my side
Every Christmas
 

It's Christmas
It's Christmas
It's Christmas
It's Christmas...