RtYtb=Ru - Andrey Kozlov, Anastasia Razgulyaeva.

music: SECTOR/SMG/CTL/С.DION/TITANIC
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 RtYtb=RU
 Andrey Kozlov


                  Brothers



  Brother opened the door and, seeing Vlad, turned
was pleased.
  - Great! You haven't been here for a long time.
  He smiled widely.
  - Well, come on in.
  Vlad entered a familiar apartment. All Would-
lo, as before. Even the smell of burnt ka-
shi.  Only the order and
cleanliness, as if the apartment had been recently renovated
general cleaning. The hallway was flooded with bright
light.
  Vlad stopped on the threshold of the Big Com-
naty.
  The furniture was still the same. True, sofa
behaved somewhat strangely: he stood next to
one wall, then another, introducing inappropriate
confusion.  However, Vlad was not angry. He
tired and wanted to rest.
  “Let’s go to the kitchen,” said Brother.
  Everything in the kitchen was also amazingly clean.
A table stood calmly in the middle. Eyes
there was fog.  Vlad thought it was
tears. He ran his hand over to check. Tears
It wasn't. Still, he was very tired. It would be necessary...
to rest.
  Brother Was very similar to himself.
  - Sit down. Do you want to eat?
  Vlad didn’t have time to answer. Already in front of him
stood to the brima full plate of cabbage soup. Zakho-
the body is there.  But as soon as he loaded
spoon into a plate, everything disappeared.
  My brother was sitting opposite. He's apparently okay
didn't notice.
  “You haven’t been here for a long time,” he repeated.
Brother. - We were waiting for you.
  - Yes?  And greetings to you from... - Vlad zadu-
malyasya. - Forgot.
  - Doesn't matter.
  The brother waved his hand. And this movement is still
took an incredibly long time, almost endlessly
nom.
  - I didn’t think that you would ever come-
you see,” Brother continued. - You're great then
I'm offended.
  - And I came.
  - Well, I did the right thing. Do you want more?
  Vlad hesitated. Has he really not seen anything?
dit?!
  - No. I don't want anymore. Thank you.
  “Listen,” said Brother, “you are here,
They will probably say that I left. But
you don't believe anything. This is not true.
 - By the way, - as Vlad realized. - A
where is everyone?
  “They left,” Brother said sternly.
  - What, that's it?
  - Every single one. They'll come soon.
  - But you didn’t go anywhere? Are you here?
  - Yes. But they will talk.
  “Well, let them talk to themselves,” answered
Vlad. - I won't listen.
  Still, he was very tired.
  The brother smiled widely again.
  - How are you doing? Everything is occupied with nonsense -
are you eating?
  “Yes,” Vlad answered without a hint of resentment or
awkwardness and was not at all surprised by this obs-
business, but only paid attention to it
mania.
  The brother shook his head. He felt sorry for Vlad.
  Vlad felt that he had to hurry.
  - You're bettertell me this: you're definitely over-
thought about going to war?
  - Yes. Don't doubt it.
 - Well, that's good. You should get married -
Xia. Who do you have now?
  “Yes, there is,” answered Brother.
  - When is the wedding?
  - Wedding?..
  Suddenly everything started to move. Out of the corner of my eye
Vlad saw that he was slowly standing over them.
move amazingly white ceiling. It was
the feeling that he will crush the Brothers. For non-
how many centimeters is the ceiling from their heads?
tanned.
  -  Here. They recently made renovations,” he said.
Brother touching the ceiling with his hand. -V-
Look how White he is.
  Vlad tried his best to suppress his excitement.
and, wanting to appear calm,
til:
  - I see. I noticed right away. Just got in.
Everything is so clean and tidy. I also thought
that they probably recently did a general
CLEANING
  The brother nodded his head approvingly - and
the ceiling is back in place.
  Vlad wanted to ask, but didn’t know how
toiled.
  - Do you want to ask something? - guessed
Brother.
  “Yes,” Vlad said quietly.
  - Ask. I'll answer your question.
  - Aren’t you going to be offended?
  - No.
  And yet he was very tired.
  - Are you there? I want to say, you exist-
are you eating or not?
  The brother was not surprised, he was not offended.
  Vlad was waiting.
  “I don’t know what to answer you...,” I said.
Hall, finally, Brother.
  There was a pause again. And again Vlad waited.
  - And you? - asked Brother.
  - What am I?
  - Are you there?
  Ran through my bodychills...
  Vlad woke up. A little more and he buried himself
The plate with cabbage soup that stood in front of
him on the table. He shivered and looked around
kitchen.  The piercingly white ceiling is too
stood out here against the background of the Ragged
and the walls have not yet been re-pasted.

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Anastasia Razgulyaeva


* * *

Life consists
not from holiday marches
applause
execution
life -
Tabloid comedy
where am I
like little Charlie Chaplin
I exist for fun
unknown viewer
my world has no colors
except for the faded wallpaper
          dried sheets
smells like books and dust
my world is too old
for my unobtrusive jokes
tip-top
tip-top
when I see on TV
living Chaplin
it seems to me
that all this has already happened
in childhood



* * *

don't keep silent
don't shut up
handkerchief
mouth
mouth
mouth freak
crooked plaster
bloody lump heartbeat
there in the black part of the Endless Land
It's not your fingers that are cut off
not for you
send letters
waiting for an answer
the sun rising in the east
            rolling west
maybe still
watch
to White Crosses
under which
on which
one ends


what begins
when one ends
wind
sky
stars
distant roar of cannon fire
what begins
when one ends
what begins
whenone ends
what begins
nothing
other



* * *

books are waiting for me
unread
like unborn children
unread
like unloved wives
and I'll be back
if I don't get crushed
about a collapse in the institute
Library



* * *

philosophy
psychology
phraseology
family life

to a pop tune

Terpsichore
Greek sandals
on wet asphalt
through mascara on eyelashes
vulgar couples of both sexes
Terpsichore
along the White Lane Highway
on the left hand they are hiding in the grass of the house
to the right
          jackdaws
Terpsichore
more familiar to the skin
expensive incense and fabrics
than dust and drool are dearer
hands
lira
than sum
mother-of-pearl womb
innocence
than chocks from random cars
Terpsichore
o Terpsichore
a Terpsichore
oh Terpsichore
ai Terpsichore
oh Terpsichore
ah Terpsichore
antiquity is far in the past
antiquity deep in the past
spinning
spinning in dance
spinning in an unprecedented dance
new Terpsichore



* * *

gray chitons
the sun is burning
hot air
pours into the larynx
night
the moon turns to ice
sand
measured stroke
Arabian swans
palm at the eyes
in black
in the White Sky
star
behind my back
from the trampling of feet
the earth is breaking
from grief
mothers' hearts
gifts
gifts to the king of Judah
blood dream
far away
far beyond the horizon
Bethlehem
shepherds carry milk



* * *

B. Kornilov

how to remember
how to express
insounds of the Russian language
White July Day
There were no winged horses
There were no golden wreaths
It wasn't
It wasn't
It wasn't
     There were three figures
              code door
why the door
why us
why did it open
We were met by the White-Bearded Elder
we were met by a gray-haired poet
he asked
he forgave
we didn't answer
we were born

2000, July

* * *

mirror
candles
table lamp
fluorescent light
what's there
snow
yes snow
under the window
creaking
yes creaking
at the door

frosted glass surface
- who are you
golden hair streams
bright tunic
on marble shoulders
the dust of Troy still remembers
SILVER of impregnable legs
flash

point blank
Circled with coal
hands washed with milk
LIPS do not dry out
from White Blood
Egyptian cat
fangs
Throw

scarlet veil
strangles
- I don’t recognize you
you are Salome
or MacBeth
- I'm Joan of Arc
the armor clinked against the glass
the horse snored
- I'm Joan of Arc
let's go
France is waiting
in a steel glove
outstretched hand
- no-e-ho-o-chu
ripples

peering into the turquoise glass
little girl
with a huge bow
- who are you
- I
stutters
- Alice

* * *

to wash tomorrow
           wash
           wash
wash tomorrow
wash tomorrow
wash tomorrow
           wash
           wash
wash tomorrow
tomorrow
tomorrow



* * *

winter -
unity of glass and fluff



* * *

man
having experienced a moral crisis
will break the ice creamchicken backbone
cook soup
curls up in a ball
sunbeams will run
on the green waves oWallpaper
to the music from "Little Red Devils"
and the world won't turn over
hour hand
The dial will run twice
Bom-Bom Bom-Bom
Bom
It will snow at 5
It's snowing at 6
It will snow at 7
It will snow at 8
Bom-Bom Bom-Bom
Bom-Ba
the clock mechanism will shake
                             creaks
 will stop
and no one will have time to say
                         "Good morning"

* * *

free city
birds with wedges
Breaking into stained glass
green
red
blue splashes
pour down onto the Paving Stones
echo rustling
increases to a hum
- where are you from, foreigner?
peering
empty frames
- where from
sniff
Loopless shoals
hops
entwines Concrete
CLIMBING THE SKYBOSCRAB
coltsfoot
inch by inch
reclaims from the highway
De-energized wires
gray clock display
swallow's nest
metro arteries
wormholes
city
waves at Broken
flagpole
- I'm free
do you want me to be yours
stranger
- but I'm not a person
grinning dino sapiens




* * *

I'll die
my psyche
Will acquire a new shell
a thousand years later
new body
encountering a photo of an old one
scroll through

Mandelstam

Osip Emilievich
Osip Emilievich
Osip Emilievich
dear you are ours
and hoarse



* * *

Water drops
mixed with gray hair
in the rays
at the zenith
insunset
golden disk
black and white branches
bark and flowers
flowers and bark
the sound of the mountains
waterfall tongue
            hail
            cities
among the rocks
where eagles build their nests
there is a brisk chamois hoof
top
top
gorge - wrinkles of mountains
in changes of color and music
path
hey-gey-gay
hear me Abyss
hey-gey-gay
can you hear in the distance
hey-gey-gay
heights
whistle
stomp
appear before me
like a leaf in front of the grass

lift your head off the pillow
shake the feather sand out of your hair
look at my sleeping husband
roll over to the other side

hey-hey-hey-go