Александр Мирзаян - Ах, скажите, мой друг...
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Okudjavian. Triptych (part I)
Alexander Mirzayan

Ah, tell me, my friend,
What came to us on a circle?
What did this come in?
Cook in a hat of the ear,
we rot with a bear arc
Yes, we save the heroes from the serpent.

Either such a holiday
Did you cover a hole?
Ah, Min Herz, you look here:
He teaches a thief rich,
The violin is strangled by the violin
And science torments its gitics.

So it came out -
In vain they chopped the window.
Or maybe everything was conceived?
Al with the stupid end
They burned the verb of the heart,
Filling the fatherland with smoke.

All hopes are at the seams.
What remained for us? -
Only hotels from a small demon.
Only - joy in the spill,
Only witch motif
Flies from the near forest.

The raven fed us,
We taught us and the Vorog,
And to say, what did you suffer from their own?
But shout - don't scream
We all lie on the stoves
We are waiting for how to pull out Emelya's pike.

From houses, from yards
drove into the land of the fathers,
Only the sisters tried to raise them.
But they did not raise their eyes
And still silent
Forty thousand frightened brothers.

And how they went to the princes
Those who were called friends
How did you take up your birthday spots!
How did this know
in chorus in the sky, do not care
But from there they returned back.

So the court came out to us -
bend a bear's clamp
Yes, to grow a numb tribe.
We are from the company's company
We saw our own bitches
Yes, we kiss the Kaisat stirrup.

Know, does not crush now
The load of great losses,
To know, we found everything that we were looking for.
Here is the wine from the tap,
Here - from the screen of the cinema,
Yes, we are still standing there - in Kayal.

And they found work for themselves -
Through a faceted vessel
We see, we are looking for something that you will not see anywhere.
And we do miracles
And you look into the eyes -
There, everyone reflects Kitezh.

Then we have the light,
When sparks from the eyes
illuminate the mistake of the mistake.
On a cart with an oar
We row the ravine
Yes, we call the sovereign-fish.

Where to pull the WHO here,
Without taking off your hair!
The swan was called, and cancer.
And now do not understand:
Either call a bug,
Either give the granddaughter for the Varangian.

Okay, stop sad
For the world to fit
It is possible only in a leaky pocket.
You say, you can’t take it in your hands?
But you can see it far.
And he cares the sage to the monkey.

Truth - to become kind.
We will not be silent
And get happy paints.
Than screaming in the steppe,
Better to live on a chain
Yes, in a circle, tell fairy tales.

And we will only note
How hard the words are for us -
We will substitute our shoulders as fiction.
We will not sing songs,
We will quietly watch
How the evening descends to the ground.

Who is a goose pen
He built this house
What would we hug ruins?
Where are we! What should we protect?!
Oh you, Russian speech!
The smell marvelous from the book is old.

So we will open the wine,
And in an empty window
We will float on the hunchback sofa,
where the forest ends,
Where is the miracle field
The tree of desires crumbles.

1984