Either they betray you, so it follows you, or the world is arranged in such a way that you do not fit into it. How is it really? – No one knows. Only he knows. Hey, you! Haughty. What about our old friendship? You are so beautiful, smart, attractive. And I’m lonely, unhappy. Your faithfulContinue reading “Story: “This is motherfucking message, bitch””
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Verse: “The saddest birthday”
Previously, I had a dream – it was a girl, perhaps exactly like Gigi Hadid. Maybe just like her. I knew she, being her friend. We sit on the floor together in a room, hugging each other, turning off all the lights and extraneous noise. We just sit hugging. Sunlight streams in from the window,Continue reading “Verse: “The saddest birthday””
He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.
Lunch time of the day. It’s cloudy and gloomy outside. The windows of the city streets are whitewashed due to haze. In a street stream of cars. The cars are humming merrily, not letting walkers collect with their thoughts. There was a traffic jam near the bank at the crossroads. The advertising signs are linedContinue reading “He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.”
Businesswoman
She’s busy schedule, phone rings. My business is just empty vanity for her. There’s no place for me. After all, she is a serious business woman. What about me? I am an empty column, without a record. “Call the boss, order the bedspreads.” On a schedule like this, where do I fit myself? After all,Continue reading “Businesswoman”
Maiastra
The night is moonless. The mountain is lawless. Lonely hall is near the mountain. The exiled Decembrist writes poetry therein. On the cold stone floor, laying out the blades, In the light of the burning candles, Thinking the image of a young, brave lady, Whose desperate beauty he was fallen smittenly. Her voice is wrappingContinue reading “Maiastra”
Hotel “Four Star”
Beeing inside the hotel of four stars Much higher than the level of urban buzz, She lies with her arms to the sides. Her eyes are open and filled with a terrible emptiness. There are red and green lights behind the door. Behind the room, breakfasts are lying, untouched by her. Undisturbed by anyone, sheContinue reading “Hotel “Four Star””
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