City #34 06 ноября 1999

Самиздат

Beech - the life of plumbers.

  BEECH ***************** ******************


(C) V. Shimberev


            FROM THE LIFE Plumber


                           In the pipe hot water

                           Currently flowing to and fro ...


                               From the folk poem

                           "Adapter 3 / 4 5 / 12"


  Cold winter in the city. Early in the dark. Drifting snow 
quickly sweeps meandering footprints leading from all cracks to 
a warm basement. Only the most inveterate male plumbers are 
finding there way. 

  Break through the barbed darkness, open the creaky
the door to the rough wall and look inside ...

  Polutorasvechovaya lamp dimly illuminates the small sacs of 
human space. Warm and cozy comfortable curved pipe, polished 
and desire. Experienced Plumbers are able to doze for hours at a

tube, hugging her special muscles and enjoying exposure to hot 
water. 

  They sit one by one, at a distance of about 83 centimeters, 
preserving pesky newcomers predatory guttural screams, and 
sometimes well-aimed clicks wrench. Passes at least 20 years 
before than young plumber to learn to appreciate the correct

distance and will find its place on the tube.

  Plumbers sit wearily dropping along the torso to the knees 
drawn sweaty hairy hands, scratch wrenches oiled back comrades 
and motionless, like eagles, looking at the bulb. 

  Sometimes one of the most respected artists starting with 
anguish stir former when tubes were thicker, the water - hot 
and spanners smeared with thick delicious grease. And veterans

shake their gray heads and groaning for hours, remembering
grimaces and jumps youth.

(C) A. Bryukhanov


               What could be better


  All my life I grow grain.

  Bread! How much goodness in it is embedded. Soft,
warm. What could be better than bread? Bread and frames?

  What could be better than fresh bread, Rama and Joni
Walker?

  Perhaps the only bread, Rama, Johnnie Walker, Lee Cooper
and Toyota!

  A Caterpillar? No, to hell with Caterpillar. The same
tractor.

  Better can only be Johnnie Walker, Toyota, Versace, Visa and 
Sunset Beach! A Bread? .. And the bread? 

  Yes, sometimes recall a distant homeland and want to
lie in the endless corn under the failed "Belarus" after a 
glass of vodka without snacks and dream of a distant, 
unattainable abroad.