Poetry page - We present one of the best early works of Max Gromov...

                                
 In our traditional section
"Poetic page" we present
we put one of the best early
worksMax Gromov, pot-
once upon a time all enlightened -
a poetic world with a depth of
the feelings and tragedy expressed in him -
ical pathos. Unfolding-
in front of us the action is taking place
is happening these days and is truly frightening
with its cruelty and unbridled
savagery of morals. The author, addressing
to the reader, as if perplexed,
how is this possible in modern
healthy society! Unfortunately,
it seems we have not yet moved away from the per-
traditional methods of reprisals against
the most expensive thing we have.  
                                
 I.V. Popkinson,   
      
 BALLAD OF A DICK        
 or the history of one organ   
                                
Genital organ               
Genital organ!                  
In a jar with marinade       
You swim in an arc...       
Who gives you the balls       
Chopped off with relish?                 
Who are you with the pickle             
I imprisoned it in a jar?                
                                
But in the days of yore              
Clitoris you caressed,               
Until the treasured womb               
Head took it out!              
You brought it to families             
Happiness and orgasm                
And you stood proudly                
Until the last spasm.             
                                
Your master, I remember              
Found a girl.            
Leisurely along the street    
I went home with her.        
Laid me down on the bed,    
The bra began to take off,    
You have becomeowner    
Get up slowly...    
                                
Here are the panties               
He took off the girl,    
Unzipped my fly    
And I've got you .            
Already a quarter of the way through             
You got into her flesh,            
But in the doorway             
Suddenly there was a cherkez...          
                                
Your own damask dagger            
In an instant I got one,    
And, shaking with anger,    
Furiously said:    
You are dishonoring my daughter,    
Mountain adversary?          
During the pause    
The damask steel whistled...    
                                
The eggs rolled     
For the floor lamp in the corner.          
You, lifeless, Collapsed on the floor.            
Long to you highlander     
Kicked with a boot     
And prickly cactus     
I stabbed you in the chest...          
                                
Oh, hard-hearted    
Darling Highlander,    
How dare you cut off     
Genital organ?    
But from a different position    
Если рассуждать,            
Как посмел ты,орган,        
Дочку осквернять?           
                            
И с тех пор ты в банке      
Справа от окна              
Плаваешь в рассоле,             
Как кусок $$$$$                 
И в тебе былую                  
Страстную любовь                
Ни одна девчонкаWill not awaken again.              
                                
Quiet old age              
Time is of no promise.                 
If you go rotten,             
You'll be merged right there.             
Or, one day,                
If you are not proud,                
You will decorate with yourself               
Chocolate cake...              
                                
Genital organ               
Genital organ!                  
Why are you sad, poor fellow?         
Open the head!        
Look through the window    
На осенний лист.          
Может, из тебя еще        
Выйдет онанист...         
                                
              Макс Громов,1993.