Всеволод Емелин - К восьмому марта
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Each has its own creative method,
And I was looking for mine for a long time
I have not yet understood: the task of the poet -
The construction of a woman on a pedestal.

From the formidable homeland-mother
To the one with whom he slept in the bushes, -
I am diligenting everyone
On the bronze pedestal.

This program is
I am not tired.
Lady, stop washing the frame,
Related to the pedestal!

After all, a woman is not a way
Bringing to orgasm,
This is a synthesis, as the philosopher will say,
Love, beauty and reason.

She is a deep abyss
Otherwise a sky -high take -off,
She laughs briskly
Then gives, otherwise it does not give.

It plays, then does not play,
Then it climbs, purely kitten,
Then he will suddenly leave for Israel,
Then he will suddenly say that there will be a child

Then she is subtly sensitive
Then suddenly shares the property
There is a woman drinking
And it happens that is non -native.

She has charisma
And over men power,
How to see a burning hut,
So a step into her immediately.

And thanks to all this,
Ladies for a number of reasons
Are the main subject
The male poets.

And you excuse me,
I'm a dumb natural
I want to cast women in granite
And erect to the pedestal.

Brodsky, anti -people
In its essence,
Wrote on the verse annually
To Catholic Christmas.

And I am the son of a working people
I keep the covenants of the fathers
And I write sweet -sounding odes
To International Women's Day.

Russian -speaking author,
A guy from his native factory
Will always drink March eighth
And Babam will write an ode.

I remember young and frying
In Moscow through frosts
I carried Zina as a gift
Yellow mimosa.

I remember I dragged Rimke
Showering tulips,
Them in the central market
Azerbaijani sold.

I remember mortally in love
On the holiday of beauty Vika
Gave the perfume "White Leno",
Then he drank them.

Where you are now, it is not known
In which Dali perished?
But all of you found a place
The poet has a pedestal.

In short, the eighth of March
Has traditions among the people
But all sorts of falsifiers
Again they interfere with us.

Like, the Jews came up with the holiday,
Nihilists are shameless girls,
Some New York seamstresses
And the famous Clara Zetkin.

What are you, uglys,
Do you take our holidays?
You have a day, then a holiday
And we are like cattle.

And what do you order to do
Since the Jews came up with the holiday?
And against shameless girls
I have nothing at all.

Enough to be clever, pour in
Let's drink interesting women for women.
For a fire -breathing call
And for Larisa Reisner.

Let's drink one hundred and repeat,
It's a pity we are already over forty
And let them say that this is pummy
Day of ancient Jewish showdowns.

Well, now, shudder in tears,
What was cut because of the woman
Jews three thousand years ago
Persians or Arabs?

That there was some great vizier ...
Who is interested?
But as I present the Esther on the bed,
I envy Artaxerxes!

Zetkin is not Zetkin, the pima is not a pima,
We do not need a shadow on the wove.
We will not give this holiday.
Long live a female day!

And I raise my glass
For our beautiful ladies.
And I am theory for a pedestal,
What I wish you.