End Of The Game Or End?
Oh my God!
The moment has
come?
You fall under
the soul too,
How do I lower
the load?
And it
seemed...it seemed like it was yesterday...
Darlings...
darlings... well...
S.A. Esenin
"Pugachev".
1
The queen
advances, the pawns are confused! Checkmate!
From offensive
to extermination: one step!
2
The main
architect keeps the planet under control
Priest of
Lucifer, whose vile light has not dried up.
The beast and
the beast-marked vicegerent and wizard
sow problems and
death, confessing darkness;
Sow sickness in
honor of sweet Venus and cancer,
sects and
heresies, sin, pathogen, ammonia.
The press is the
foremost expert in promoting lies.
The demon sat in
anticipation of a daring attack.
3
There is a
version: a third of the population is scum,
the last
servants are rotten mold from cesspools,
a chain of
useless pikemen, sick vagabonds,
bullies,
villains, criminals, curmudgeons;
A third of the
population is a less harmful weed:
pale segment,
middle peasant,
miserable plebs
without goals, without securities,
worn rags, the
gray mass is not a thing, not a marriage.
4
Old opinion is
the enemy of fresh zeal.
Supporters of
decadence require friction, fight.
Money in war
with man is the main lever,
money is the
backbone of victim management, trapped in the big net.
In an age of
genetic perfection, cells taken from monkeys
will be
presented to the common people. The responsibility will fall on them,
people will not
be able to leave because the system is stronger than them!
The system is
not resisted by Eugene, Ahmed, Isaac.
The inhumans are
furious, they want to cross swords!
Pestel was
hanged, Spartak was killed for bravery,
the rusty
cruiser Varyag sleeps in the roadstead,
the town and the
church are inactive. Everything is wrong!
5
The cage – left
in the past, now there is a new model: the cap of slavery covers the entire
Earth!
Objective:
transform the next generation into dogs,
To the crowd, to
the serene sheep, to the dumb workaholics!
On the neck –
collars like dogs, on the head – a secret chip!
Surveillance.
Behind the server is the Devil's confidant:
He will mark all
the immatures and send them to the prison camp with a song
All the overripe
(old, sick and handicapped) – will be crushed under bullets, under the knife,
They will be sent to a noose (hanged), to a dungeon (buried), to a ravine
(thrown into a well)!
6
A barn is a
room, bread is a delicious?
The deception of
perversion, has it turned the home into a den?
7
Where are you,
are you a real person? You are not dumb,
not proud, not
faded,
not
inexperienced, not fat
and not one that
serves as entertainment for the audience.
Where are you,
real person? not arrogant,
not proud, not
arrogant,
not lustful
and not a
demon-possessed servant!
8
They fade and
fade. Since dawn they love alcohol,
they climb
hysterical walls, demanding drugs.
The frivolity of
women is a separate topic for the sagas:
Loyalty is not
in the price now, and betrayal is a trifle.
Old men love
young girls and - girls love their money!
No romance, no
love. Honor is for sale.
The old man is
dressed in clothes from the Cardin collections.
He is dressed in
expensive clothes, but in his soul he is completely naked.
Sex, crime, evil
– they have ratings and a full house!
Parents are a
burden to children and instead of pills they give them poison.
Then they divide
the inheritance: they want to take a Mercedes and a mansion for themselves, and
other members families want to donate old utensils.
A fool believes
in omens, in objects, in comets,
in summer, maps,
tips, planets, in the zodiac.
A young man
dreams: if Cancer warms Virgo,
having connected
the constellations, the moment of marriage.
9
Honor, virtue,
humility - a strong fist.
Believe with
trembling on the cross! mausoleum, sarcophagus,
Crypt—not
eternal, from Heaven's point of view—a barracks.
The body on the
deathbed surrendered, dropped the white flag.
Faith is
salvation, faith is a sign of immortality,
the messenger of
eternity, the pinnacle of what is bestowed upon mankind!
Children, have
time, see the light! You are the seed. You are the wheat!
Children, have
time, see clearly, believe me!... and remember:
10
From offensive
to extermination: one step!
The queen
advances, the pawns are confused! Checkmate!
English
translation By Marlene Pasini Of Mexico
ALEXEY KALAKUTIN
ALEXEY
KALAKUTIN:
(October 30, 1973) lives in Nizhny Novgorod, Russia. He is a Russian writer,
a philologist. He studied at the Philological Faculty of Nizhny Novgorod State
Pedagogical University. His debut publication is "Khokhloma Pattern",
1990 (fairy-tale novel for children) co-authored with E.V. Kalakutin. He is the
author of six novels in verse, and and six long and extensive poetic pieces.
His poetry has been translated into several languages and have been published
in international magazines. He was awarded the 1st degree diploma (PWUR) for
high professional skills. International Ambassador for Peace (WLFPH, Bhutan),
Honorary Doctorate (IFCH, Morocco), participant in several international poetic
anthologies, awarded with certificates of recognition.
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