Иван Кучин - Мечта поэта
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I just wanted to cook soup
The Muse appeared: - Why are you doing this?
Well, I just seem to have gotten out into people
And again he slipped into thievery

You're itching for something, aren't you?
Is it a long fallen star?
Got a bump, then you
He said never again!

Ah, Vanya, Vanya
You sing - play
Filly in a sleigh
Yes, harness it!

Your talent is bright
Like the color of poppies
But now, it's a pity
Came to naught

- Are you imagining I’m hungry?
Or do I seem drunk to you?
I'm making soup, and you're hanging around here
Don't get in my way - I'll scald myself!

All scalded
With me through prisons, camps
Why wouldn't the pig grunt?
Whose yard is the piglet

- Oh, Vanya, Vanya
You sing - play
filly in a sleigh
Yes, harness it!

Your talent is bright
Like the color of poppies
It's just a pity
Umishka no

I salt the soup and again on the psyche
The Muse presses me: - Pepper!
So here's a camp lyricist
Free food was destroyed

Before - yes!Soul of grief
You could, having taken a sip of chifir
Move apart the mountains and seas
So it wasn’t in vain that I ate the ration!

- Eh, Muse, Muse
Don't itch
And to the point of embarrassment
Don't let it happen

She's lovely herself
You godfather
That there's no room
For the brand

The Muse has disappeared.There's a crack in the heart
Eh, I shouldn’t have done this!Raised the tone
She's a Divine Woman
The dream of poets of all times

Well, what kind of poet am I?
If the soup is cold and the house is empty
A brownie crawled out of the stove
And from a scream he turned to a howl