Fragment: "Sweet Martyr”
I apparently
don't deserve it
neither here nor
after the rewards of death
and, weighing
the horror lived,
I admit sinful
sadness without debate.
Warm rays of
love and happiness.
They rarely
looked at my destiny.
I tried to light
hundreds of lamps in the hall
a dim light came
on in the closet.
I dreamed: a
faithful husband, a trustworthy life,
to be able to
grow old together.
But it didn't
work: there was a life partner,
And life with
him became the scene of a stormy battle!
The beginning of
happiness is a majestic officer:
Captivating,
decisive, slim,
heroism an
exceptional example,
Illustrious
Defender of Port Arthur.
Six months have
passed. Cupid threw down his bow,
but escaped our
bedroom without looking back
tired of seeing
a drunk tyrant
who organizes
fights every night.
The battles
continued at night.
Covered his body
from the torpedo with a pillow,
my husband
yelled nasty things to the Japanese,
skillfully
combining rude words with delirium.
And in the
morning after the nightmares, he was trembling,
drank alcohol
with a glass,
and, losing his
mind again, put the bottle
And he called
me, mistaking me for the captain!
And again - the
night, and again my husband
fighting with
the Japanese fleet
threw a pillow
through the window like a circle,
trying to get
someone out of the water!
Seeing deserters
behind him,
he destroyed
paintings, vases and sculptures! ...
This is how my
chosen one lost his mind
Staying under
the siege of Port Arthur!
Incorrectable Conservative
He was wise and
old
and he did not
like innovation.
A. France
"Baltasar".
Maybe because of
the bad mockery of fate
I approach
innovation with fear.
People have been
attracted to Lecoq's cancan for a long time,
and I'm pinned
to the wall by Bach's organ.
Bright and
colorful show.
I can't compare
it to a black and white movie,
even a hundred
three penny operas
they won't be
able to strangle jealous Othello.
Yes, I am an
incorrigible conservative,
but, thinking
properly, without whims,
Behind the total
darkness of the "Black Square"
I see the light
with a Mona Lisa smile.
Perhaps in
childhood the program failed,
maybe I didn't
understand something in life,
but, if there
are works by Mandelstam,
How can you call
my poems works?
Ascetism
"Those who
lived in seclusion lived well"
René Descartes
That he lived in
seclusion,
in the deserts,
between the rocks,
in the
monasteries,
his soul grew
closer to God.
That he lived in
seclusion,
thus avoiding
humiliation
bites
and the poison
of lying tongues.
That he lived in
seclusion,
and swam calmly,
like a sailboat
to the ups and
downs
he didn't look.
That he lived in
seclusion,
so he realized
that life is not entertainment,
and leisure as
ash.
He departed in
prayer.
That he lived in
seclusion,
that masculine
passion
and craving for
pleasure
it is replaced
with meditation.
That he lived in
seclusion,
understood
nature,
nature does not
mean:
bottle and
barbecue.
That he lived in
seclusion,
did not collect
riches
and on the way
to salvation
with so little
he was happy.
This heroic feat
is incomparable.
A hero, who is
capable of repeating it!
Translation By:
Marlene Pasini, 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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