Андрей Варламов - Таймырский этюд со сломанным вездеходом.
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About the driver-driver of Seryoga or the Taimyr sketch with a broken all-terrain vehicle.

The sun shines day and night
On top of the clouds, from the bottom of the bump
And around empty barrels
Complement the interior

And so that there are no questions
We put the cross on the map simply -
This is a glorious peninsula
Called Taimyr

This is a plan. And if from the side,
That is completely nearby
From a tent with a torn side,
That one is among the swamps,

All the hatches are gaped,
Being all his guts, showing their own
The third day sticks out like a pile
A stray all -terrain vehicle.

So he sticks out without a road
And under him lies Seryoga
He is like God for us,
So he knows how much.

He lugs gently with a sledgehammer,
And scientists of ignorant
The third day after him with hope
They go like a doctor.

And what, to hell, jokes:
So he lies for the third day -
A pile of rusty metal
It is in no hurry to revive

And before us without tension
Expresses fly
Those that serve as a comfort
For Seregina soul.

And to whom is she hunting
This damn work
Only would get out of the swamp,
And Gori she is fire!

This is what is happening:
Sleep in an embrace with an all -terrain vehicle,
And the wife is one half a year
With a one -year -old kid!

And from the thoughts of those unnecessary
There is such a cold in my heart
So he asks outside
All Seregina is longing

And back her like a stake
He will nail in one verb,
Replacing with the verb
All the wealth of the language.

And flies through all obstacles
Behind the tirade tirade,
All philosophers of joy -
Before that, their meaning is deep

Only a pity, even part of them
I would not dare to print
Even V.A. Korotich himself
From the magazine "Spark"

So in general these speeches
They are so intelligible in the evening
What are these speeches
To the notorious scourges

Even our boss Sasha,
In life, everything who has known,
Suddenly blushes like a boy
From the Seregin speeches.

But such a moment will come
And Sergey will stand on his feet
He looks at us triumphantly
And the fuel oil will shine from the face

Somewhere something presses
And the car comes to life
And instantly acquires
Our life and meaning and essence.

That's one, not lying on my best
As-mechanic is our Seryoga
They may say short
That vulgaren, they say, is rude

But tell me for God
What would we do on the road
Without such Seryoga
And his reliable hands.

1983 Cape Chelyuskin R. Sesema, diploma practice