Philosophy George Piotrowski

last day Indian summer walks with lyre bird in Gorky Park,
garden Mandelstam at the Novodevichy and library Voloshin;
bird in the morning of Coca, the library hung with his views,
including panels with Kara-Dag, You can shoot at the beach.
By evening, winter and fly leaves, but in the morning turns Medvedev's verse


Koktebel Koktebel intellectuals cradle
sons and daughters of members of the Union ...
Shestidesyatnichkov .
does the writing, but most of all
sipping.
Oh, it would descend here in 18 years!
begins in the house of poet and Voloshin

Courtesy Mary, yes! Nikolaevna
Read poems under leer Yevtushenko
and cunning-frowning - children
Rather grandchildren - thick Thick
Tanya and Vanya.
Oh! Ah! Oh!
How would it fantastic -
Without luggage unloaded, without the knowledge and experience
All and all who saw
stroll along the promenade lined with bars, no restaurants
With fish and music - live -
And down to the beach.
trembled hamstring seeing tanned Bella
drunk-happy young in separate white
The peas swimsuit ...
Oh ah ah!
And to stand at sunset
Looking to the left of the sea
The hills hills and tree at the grave
Hold the right hand of the future Deputy Chief
"Day "and" Tomorrow, "and the verse says ...
And remember Voloshin ... and remember Tsvetaeva
I remember ... making a tiny sip Massandra
But Volodya did more to pharynx.
and floating away into the sea
wraps ashore
I want to scream - How beautiful!
How incredible that I - Here!
And solar spray sparkled would
In the hands of the rising water -
How happy I am! And that - I will! I will!
And now - I am.
And Volodya Bondarenko
I came across the road from the market
With his belly and a cross on his chest
And Sharymova without teeth
And his wife - the former - Shklovsky
The black night in the courtyard ...
I already printed
And I do not have to go get approval
have old ladies (zhenpis) in-house Voloshin Museum.
And print it.
Whatever Limonov not pizdel
on my own, without him being lost.
I make cautious sip of wine
"Culture & Arts "(old women-zhenpis?)
I try to breathe more iodized
Air.
for the coming fall.

Koktebel Koktebel Erstwhile cradle ...
That -they are all One dead as sleepy flies!
Only the inscription:
Live fish. Live music.

1998, September
Natalia Medvedev.

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