Red dreams

Sad gamma

On the threshold of a beautiful city
The score was cut by gamma –
Out of the white night came a proud,
An unknown redhead …

Recalculated fingers fret,
From the temples flew off: “Eh, ma …” –
Let the fate of fate …
Dances redhead witch …

Well, accept me –
Intoxicated I …
Lull me with a dream …
My red fairy …

Spun me –
I barely survived …
Where is your truth –
After all, I’m not the redhead …

The notes are scattered
In strings of cobwebs …
Blood is prescribed
Tears to the picture …

The naked nerve is wrapped in a sheet,
A ray of cold cut through the fog …
I get out of my eyes a speck of dust,
The chest is buzzing, like from wounds …

I do not want revenge,
My star is wise,
I like the redhead,
My witch, golden-haired …

Slept the scarlet dawn –
Spread its wind …
I’m lost for nothing …
Take care, Alexandra!

At the end of the journey
Yellow Lights …
At least a little shine …
Finally, do not lie …
Look into the clouds …
Memory wipe …
All I will give –
Take everything …
I’ll need you –
Warmth of gift …
Wake up bell ringers –
Do not have time for the dawn …
Here’s another sip,
And in the eyes of smoke …
Red flower
It will soon become gray …
White handkerchief
Thirst is getting wet …
Come on, quickly!
No – it is still sensitive …
Damn the bell ringers …
Oh, I’m sorry, God …

The day breaks …
The shadow is hiding …
The bed is lazy …
Under the blanket –
Exactly between the ice …
Awoke…
One…
In the morning everything is a lie …
Do not disturb dreams …
Do not let me …
Here is my palm –
Teesh yourself …
Only do not touch the faith …

The guitar is tired …
Got a sad scent …
Disappearing again …
This
Redhead
Lady…

May 1, 1988 St. Petersburg
Measuring

Path to the star
Raven –
A life…
A life
Ravna
You…
To measure
Myself –
Will be
Equality…

February 20, 1990 St. Petersburg
Red ditties (You said …)

Where there is light and darkness,
And a drunken night
I saw you –
I can not help …

You came as a day –
The one that does not forget …
I was breaking lilacs,
To give you …

I wanted to say…
Only you already knew …
I wanted to dream,
And you are already a little …

I wanted to find,
But I did not know the way …
I wanted to leave –
You said: “Fly!”

I fell into a terrible dream
After meeting you …
And almost in unison
Crying rain with me …

Under your window
I spread like smoke …
There is only one thing left –
Die young…

All my dreams,
Like spring streams.
Leaked in them you –
And scream – do not scream …

I’ll cover my eyes.
Frayed bang …
And spring dances
Together with the red-haired girl …

Spring 1998 Chicago
Spring

Another bell weeps,
The alleys turn pale with the glowing glow …
Only blown flutes flew –
The air is filled with jasmine brew …

The greens burst into the marble sublime
On a schooner, saddled by a stone skipper,
Gold argues with old roofs,
Flushing the lead over the sleepy Peter …

Choked with the warmth of the waterline,
The fluttering of the Summer Garden,
Life was spread out in blue,
Wrapped in the passion of the snow …

November 1988 St. Petersburg
The Black Captain

Star distance
Black Prince
Surfaced on a peeled
Medals
Between the withered pages …

Placer of phosphoric water
Hardness is fraud,
Prince, full of trouble,
We need a black captain …

Otofarevshaya Luna
The light shone and sadly.
And, breaking up, the wave
I was trembling, just like at the wedding …

And the stellar ocean spilled,
Having become eternally distant,
And the horizon in it dissolved,
Foggy myself veiling veil …

Moment of the night –
Fire Face
Everything prophesies to me
The sweetness of the day …
But everything settles
Black Coat …
I’m staggering –
All wrong…

The moon has long gone mad
And drowned by the ocean …
And the fog lowens,
I was recognized as captain …

1989 St. Petersburg – 1 August 1990 Kiev
Headache

I do not like the subway,
What goes under it …
For the fact that the spark extinguishes in the dark …
For the fact that the brain batters in stuffiness …

June 1981 Moscow
Her silence

I have not sung yet –
I can not see …
Know this is the lot –
Sheet of white …
Aldeady no…
Went to the light,
Removing into the night …
I wanted the whole world,
And a beautiful daughter …
And a little bit more,
And more to the end,
And the wisdom of the father …
That’s the way the fool –
They took places.
And I’m funny –
A piece of the cross …
Thank you for that.
I would have carried everything,
It’s a nice house.
To him, he grew …
I’m still on the road –
I would take my own …
So we will not sing –
Closely together …
And yet – the choir is sad …
I’m rushing to you
On your wedding …
I give myself
The joy of dreaming …
I want more…
I’m still screaming …
I want to listen
Your
Silence …

October 30, 1990 Moscow
A Tale of a Moth

The moth was taught
Mother always:
Be afraid, my dear,
Our trouble in it …

Who is flying to the light,
Wings not sparing –
The one in the fire will burn,
I could not find happiness …

Stay on the Shield
In this accursed hole …
And we live in darkness –
Not in sorrow, not in good …

In the darkness there lived a moth,
In a good old stump,
And in my soul there was a light
And burned in a dream …

It was stuffy and dark –
All life is asleep.
Only an open window
Two steps away …

The moth was burnt for a long time …
Time remembers and runs,
And in the open window
Someone flies again …

September 13 – October 8, 1983 Kiev
Four in the morning

Our burden is two full buckets,
As on the cross – hands in the sides …
Our time is four in the morning.
Lunar hour, when crows are dozing …

I left my house where everything was so …
The city of stone and sky took me
In a red dream, where the magician …
And left the queen of rain with me.

Before the fabulous dampness can not resist –
This is a great sacrifice to the flower …
If only the asterisk is not lost …
And the red kitten will dispel grief …

Further everything will be as it is appointed –
My faith is nailed to the cross …
The blood of holiness was paid for the night …
My faith … I’ll tell her …

September 14 – September 15, 1987 Saint-Petersburg
New Year

Among the dim stars
The path dissolved the milky …
Behind the bridge collapsed –
The century is fleeting …
First – New Year.
Our New, Eternal …

January 1988 St. Petersburg
About the gnome (Catherine)

He enters the house so timidly,
He has not been in it for so long …
This is an old kind gnome,
He will tell you how much …

He quietly sings to us,
After menacingly,
In the morning the sun will bring,
And in the evening the star will light.

On the porch tell a fairy tale
About the wonderful sled.
Will remember a terrible story
How the villain stained the paint.

Remove the crook from the rogue
And give into the nest scheglenko,
Smoknet loving little girl,
Smile at the frog …

He puts a candle to a poet,
So that speech was lighter,
Old people will melt the stove,
The kid will give a sword.

The fool will give the cap –
Just …
From an old age the attic will save,
Kuvisyrnetsya for onlookers.

He grimaces sadly
And the flower will put in a vase,
Drink with a drunkard kvass,
The rider will add gas …

For lovers the way will find
In the garden, which also blooms in winter,
Rain in the rainbow will bend
And quietly go away …

October 3, 1987 St. Petersburg
Cara

The top of the head was painted with gold,
He poured a clean cold into the fire.
In the dawn of the evening, a measured-mad run …
The wanderer of all the labyrinths is thrown out …
I could not get enough of it –
This is an eternal punishment for the wings …
Only I believe that my right God
My red dream will come true.

It’s not the fault that I believe in it –
I live for her … Just try to touch …
Everything in it is all mine …
Eternal snow warms its fire …

It’s just mine – you live in it,
You are ghostly, again and again …
Yet our different dreams
Woven into the web of an air house …

November 9, 1987 St. Petersburg – Moscow
For birthday

Although it happens –
Everything passes …
Somewhere the child floats away
And the spring rain causes misery …

Replacing the pink glass,
We’ll put on a black pince-nez …
And only something flew-bled
Flickering among the photos on the wall …

Years go – we follow them
We sly slowly in the wake,
Years make us different –
What a pity that there are no stops.

Some, with shining eyes,
Carry of sugary speech delirium,
They are carried away with the winds …
Others – leave a trail …

February 1985 – January 1986 Dnepropetrovsk
A curse

I am cursed thrice,
Twice a beggar,
I hide my gaze,
I’m everywhere – unnecessary …

Homeless jester
With a lovely mask …
Overgrown Pond
With a heavenly color …

I just came
To his Helen,
I found the thread,
Which is thinner than the shadow,
Sweeter than laziness …
Lilac bush …
On knees…
On knees…
My throne, speech –
I’ll give my heart …
I can not condemn you
On this damn land …

December 20, 1991 Moscow
Between business

Three o’clock in the autumn …
It’s dark and fresh.
Inventory Time
It has long been approached …

My bow to Luna,
Queen of the night,
To Satan himself,
Well and all the rest …

Sorry, Lord,
It just so happened …
Night – a foreign hunk …
Before dawn, you are superfluous …

It’s not my fault,
What a start of the day
Comes at night …
Who is the first of you? They froze …

Or, maybe, in shifts
You change masks:
Then you are a friend to hyenas,
Those heavenly tales …

In general, okay, it’s me so –
Between affairs …
And I would be glad to help you,
But you will understand …

Three o’clock in the autumn …
I chatted with you …

1 September 1990 Kiev
holidays

We dissolve in the summer,
We distribute promises …
In this apron light
Our good-bye froze …

A few slack words,
A couple of teardrop trite –
Food for our dreams,
For the stories of the station …

Faith is one – ours …
One word – remember …
Driving on the way is terrible
In the bustle of a steam locomotive …

Summer will get wet by the rain …
We are asking about snowstorms …
Dreams will decorate the days …
We have an autumn ahead …

July 7, 1988 St. Petersburg (Vitebsky Railway Station)
Chance of Crows

Do not keep myopic from the ground,
As in the pink sky a star rises.
Muddy spots somewhere in the distance
They whisper in two ears: “Do not make nests” …

Your faith is to believe in me …
My strength is light wings …
Black chance of crows –
Sun blew away the dust …

We were left with only a thin ray –
The one that is wider than the earth’s ways …
You will see – among the wet clouds
Belfry of churches will meet us …

October 10, 1987 St. Petersburg
Portrait of a crying father in the interior of the universe

There was a beginning.
And the word was …
Then they became
Just do not find it …
Then they became simply superfluous,
After all, what happened was a long time ago …
The Most High himself,
Having lowered to Calvary the last
“Believe …”
Appointed to Resurrection
Celebration
Births
Of death…
Again the beginning – a house over the mud,
Crown of thorns – aisle nest.
There the lute sounded
And my father cried …
Mother cradle rocked,
Something was silent in her …
And my father cried …
And the bird screamed,
And the raft at the pier
The wave broke
And she became a mirror,
And it merged with the sky …
Dawn ran – in the spring it was called …
And she became a virgin,
And I played with the prince,
And fell into the water –
Wrong arrow …
Invalid Gamma
And the black frame …
And my father cried …
Only the creak of the cradle
And the snowstorms blew,
And the cracks whistled,
And the candles burned,
And the dawns ale …
And the youngster has grown …
And the virgin rose,
And the prince knew,
And with the sweet merged …
The moon crowned them,
Dubrava was silent,
And the doe died –
Wrong arrow …
Owl screamed
And I broke the arrow,
AND…
The youth was crying …
She was silent
And something rocked –
There was something growling …
And my father cried …

December 1988 – January 1989 St. Petersburg