шумные и угрожающие выходки - пять утра
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Footsteps again
Out on the landing
So that next time
I’ll know for sure
That it’s the cops—
I’d be better off just fucking
Stabbing the neighbor in the temple with a screwdriver
And setting an alarm
For five in the morning.
It’s damn hard to eat breakfast
On the First of May—
You never know if you’ll puke or not
Inside the paddy wagon.
You’ve already given up your bed
For a month in advance—after all, you just
Went out for a walk.
To reclaim the city for yourself.
People smile from the shop windows;
The center of the capital smiles—
A shard of the Mongol Empire.
But we just want to weep.
Post-colonial syndrome.
I prayed to the icon of the Chimera
Just to have time to settle accounts with myself
Before the cops kick down the door
With their stinking boots.
I hear their heavy tread in the stairwell—
They are rising up, right alongside the lump in my throat.
Footsteps again
Out on the landing.
All my relatives have died—
Suddenly, abruptly.
That means behind the door
Stands Comrade Major.
Come in, make yourselves at home,
Come live with me.
At school, the Dean summons me
To his office.
That means I won’t be going to school anymore.
He knows something. But what, exactly?
At the records office, they can’t seem to find
My medical files.
My attending physician handed over to the "Suit"
Everything—
Every single thing related
To my diagnoses.
At his very first request.
From now on, I’ll treat myself with roots
And IV injections of B12.
At work, my department head
Glares at me with that fucked-up look.
He’s leaking screenshots from my
Work laptop.
But to whom? To whom, specifically?
Well, the whole office knows about his allergies—
And at lunchtime, he didn’t notice the crushed nuts
Hidden in his salad.
Can’t keep your fucking mouth shut?
You’re not likely to be talking much once you’re choking—
Face-down in a bowl of Olivier salad. Footsteps again
Out in the stairwell
So that next time
I’ll know for sure
That it’s the fucking cops
Time to slaughter the neighbors
Every last one of them
Set the alarm
For five AM
And the moment those footsteps
Echo through the entryway
Tip over the jerrycan
Turn on every burner
If you’d be so kind, you young bastards
Come with me to hell
The organization ISIS is banned in the Russian Federation
Russia owes nothing to no one
And least of all to its own stinking citizens
We have a right to death
And we are happy!