Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Сплетни
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GOSSIP

Scattered as best they could
Various gossips:
They say - around the Earth
The clouds are dirty!
The crow began to circle
The jokes are flat -
They say it's not mine
Albeit spicy.

They say that he is a scoundrel
This one is a cutie...
They say it's over, it's over
The lights are going out!
They say they found a skeleton
Unidentified,
And that for many years
Between the stars!

They say that this darkness is
Redistribution of fate.
The fool was replaced by a fool,
That I wanted a fight!
They say there was a parade -
White flags...
They talk a lot
They don't.

And from this grumbling
The pigeons are dying.
Fishermen's days pass
Near the ice hole,
We'll raise a toast to them -
Everything is as usual!...
Christ walks on water
With the Mother of God.

Too much darkness
No epiphany.
Distorted features
Generations!
All the plots of old parables
Forgotten
And there's game in the woods
Unfinished...

They hit you in the gut very painfully
Rumors are rumored.
There are neither the first nor the second...
All four!
The Russian spirit is clogged
And consciousness -
After all, you can’t leave a rumor
Without attention!

A.V.S.