Lime Tree #05 13 декабря 1995

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Lit.Stranichka - Verses M. Mulyukova: Skull, wife and tears, why? An epigraph to girls from college, Laura.

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   Today, as promised, I'm typing poems of my friend M. 
Mulyukova. 

                                                 EVILMAN.



                     SKULL.

              On the skull! Now you're empty,

              Once his head was.

              Who was your boss?

              As he lived? And he loved?

              Perhaps he did great things,

              Made themselves famous in the writings,

              Whose fame has survived the flesh,

              In the land of long Decaying dust.

              Perhaps he was a soldier of fortune

              And bravely into battle is not torn, but he 
walked. 

              From stray bullets il hand-dragoon

              On the battlefield, his head clasped.

              Il mot, player and blackleg explicit,

              For the skirt voloailsya it everywhere

              Mired in debt and veano Drunk

              Ended his life in some prison.

              Rich man or poor? He is a thief or a judge?

              Was a righteous man or had a vice?

              A poet or a desperate fool? But I ...

              Before you are only seeing a naked crock.

                                         1994.


                     WIFE AND TEARS.

              I cry ... and not ashamed of it:

              Men cry sometimes.

              Dashed off quickly, like a comet,

              Today, from my wife.

              Thrown everything away to friends,

              Hen you see, you,

              You, you see, with me - boredom

              They are sitting is the time ...

              I cry, chahnu die ...

              "Come back!", I pray thee, wife.

              Then I stop crying,

              When ...

                   ... Narezhesh ONION itself.

                                     1995.


                     WHY?

             What bestolku live in the world?

             What's the use at once to sink into oblivion?

             What is the use sonneteer be

             never becoming a poet?

             What is the use evil to conceal

             and do not do good?

             What's the good man to be,

             but to live in the world without love?

                                     1993.


                     Laura.

              I do not cook these laurels ...

              Not me on the throne vosedat ...

              Let others get all the glory,

              I'm not going to encroach on glory.

              Another wreath was entrusted to me,

              of red roses that grew in the forest.

              And their sharp thorns cut my skin

              and blood on the leaves - it's not good ...

                                     1995.


                    *

             I did not like yet. So what?

             I do not talk about love?

             I knew a "beautiful rose"

             But I want to say about it.

             I - young, not yet time

             Me sooner, perhaps, love ...

             I'm in no hurry such a burden

             On his shoulders lay.

             Love - no worse, and things

             You let it - do not leave,

             If you grab a pliers

             They are unlikely to soon razozhmet.

             I did not like - and in my favor,

             But his peace is not lost,

             I knew a "beautiful rose"

             But the "spikes" do not feel it.

                                    1995.

Well, what? Appreciated? Well, he not only wrote poetry 
pamphlets yes, he still Painful epigramy on familiar writes. 
(And for me too ...) 

                                              EVILMAN.
P.S. epigramy here are the girls from the college.


            Oh, my God, how difficult

            Write a wheel!

            Looks like the Creator in a hurry,

            When ...... Inu did.

            He sought to create a wheel,

            God knows what nakolesil.


            And ..... NCB Katyusha

            Loves legs "Bush"

            Only Bush had not sent it,

            Wished to live with their feet ...


            In ...... howling at Irina

            Hair was red, old-fashioned ...

            Red hair was everywhere,

            Exception - for n $% 'e. (I can not vouch!)


            By Katherine howl ......

            In the ass awl popped ...

            Popped and disappeared ...

            Awl no more jumping.

Okay that's enough for today. Wait for new products Mulyukova
We in the newspaper.

                                             EVILMAN.



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