...and here - Thoughts on and without reason.

music: "Red-yellow days" (B. Tsoi)
by: OLEG KRASNOBAEV OKO


 (c) Alexey KuBrack
                                   oxbow

      Thoughts with and without reason.

   It's lunch time. People went home.
The time has come for the kingdom of the crows. Crows,
jackdaws, rooks are everywhere - on the roofs of houses, on
on the ground, on cars, on poles and wires
dah... Here one rook crawled out of the pipe, wa-
lying nearby, and the jackdaw managed to settle down
sit on a quinoa stem. "They swarm like cockroaches-
us,” I thought...
   Here is some kind of bird (probably a hawk)
flies among cumulus clouds. That's hiding-
disappears from view, flying behind the clouds, then again
appears.  "So high! Wow!" -
I thought.  And on the tape recorder he plays:
"...The Heavenly Shepherd grazes the Clouds..." -
“So that’s what he is, the heavenly shepherd!”Evening. Here the cloud is illuminated so that
the mountain is visible. At its foot is a valley. B
valley village. The houses seem to be empty - they
about Dilapidated.  "What made people leave
native village?.. Although because of that pre-
Ma came out... Or is it just a bird?"
   Night.  Sky.  God, how many stars! Here
star path leading to the bottomless
darkness... What awaits us there, in the distance? But
an asterisk... Although no, it is moving. But
suddenly she abruptly changes track and disappears
request.   What is this?  Probably guests.  Here
the star nearby also co-
performs an unimaginable maneuver and disappears.
"Where are you going?"
   Morning.  A girl stands on a hill and looks
at sunrise. The cool wind plays
her hair and light dress, which op-
Definitely out of season. But despite
this girl is not cold at all. She's neo-
It's incredibly beautiful, and as soon as it's sunny
the disk lifts off the horizon, I approach
to her: “What’s your name?”  But here behind
someone calls out to me. I turn around and
not noticing anyone, I turn back,
but the girl is no longer there.  I look around -
only seagulls fly by screaming. "Ku-
is she gone? Where did you disappear to?"
   A few minutes later. Storks in a wedge
flying south... Autumn... How quickly it passed
summer... Leaves are falling from the trees...
There are fewer and fewer sunny days... It's cold...
The thermometer no longer rises
shetwenty degrees. It will be winter soon.
   Have you seen the moon rise? I assure you this is
no less beautiful sight than sunrise
sun.  Against the background of the black sky. on which
stars are visible here and there, reluctantly, but confidently
but the moon rises from the horizon,
weakly illuminating the “neighboring” clouds... “Moon
she’s dead, but she’s so beautiful!”
   Where do thoughts “go” after they are
have you thought?  Whole worlds born in ours
heads... They fly away into their world and live
there with your independent life?

 1998