in a club called “Dacha”
old photos
on the walls
women
in furs
two Red Army soldiers
in overcoats
heads tilted
together
boys girls at the tables
look at those two
holding hands
with each other
like they’re parting ways
forever
they'll leave
in a minute
catch a taxi
200 rubles
to the cheerless
Novo-Kosino
almost immediately
after the outer
ring road
to love each other
there on a broken
single bed
two Red Army soldiers
big sad eyes
(as always
in the old photos)
one of the girls
to each other
don't leave stay
or let's go together
watch how i make
a shadow of my hand
a funny bunny
or a squirrel
some kind of
little beast
one of the soldiers
to the other
orders to move to the West
brothers see you
they hug
the echelon
starts off
slowly
with a thunder
the way it is in the movies
some woman
is trying to hang on to
her man
cries can't let him go
don't leave
or return
every night
the sun
catches fire
in the mornings
we greedily inhale
standing
each at his own
window
staring into the thickened
darkness of the city’s
outskirts
those who couldn't wait
pressed against each other
through the rotten fur
the tanned broadcloth
the time that passed
daguerre daguerre
black shadow of the little beast
on the far wall of camera-o
Kursky railway station is near
and Vikzhel
spreads helpless hands
across the whole square
and senseless motherland
as though saying
i'm sorry
i couldn't
i look
at the waitress
she looks at me
frightened
don't know why
it seems
something's wrong
with my face
Novo-Kosino
is slowly sinking
into darkness
six windows a minute
girls hold each other
as though for the first time
as though for the last
this is the voice of Moscow
the little beast
is getting closer
to the throat
echelon is slowly starting off
Vikzhel is shrugging
it's shoulders.
old photos
on the walls
women
in furs
two Red Army soldiers
in overcoats
heads tilted
together
boys girls at the tables
look at those two
holding hands
with each other
like they’re parting ways
forever
they'll leave
in a minute
catch a taxi
200 rubles
to the cheerless
Novo-Kosino
almost immediately
after the outer
ring road
to love each other
there on a broken
single bed
two Red Army soldiers
big sad eyes
(as always
in the old photos)
one of the girls
to each other
don't leave stay
or let's go together
watch how i make
a shadow of my hand
a funny bunny
or a squirrel
some kind of
little beast
one of the soldiers
to the other
orders to move to the West
brothers see you
they hug
the echelon
starts off
slowly
with a thunder
the way it is in the movies
some woman
is trying to hang on to
her man
cries can't let him go
don't leave
or return
every night
the sun
catches fire
in the mornings
we greedily inhale
standing
each at his own
window
staring into the thickened
darkness of the city’s
outskirts
those who couldn't wait
pressed against each other
through the rotten fur
the tanned broadcloth
the time that passed
daguerre daguerre
black shadow of the little beast
on the far wall of camera-o
Kursky railway station is near
and Vikzhel
spreads helpless hands
across the whole square
and senseless motherland
as though saying
i'm sorry
i couldn't
i look
at the waitress
she looks at me
frightened
don't know why
it seems
something's wrong
with my face
Novo-Kosino
is slowly sinking
into darkness
six windows a minute
girls hold each other
as though for the first time
as though for the last
this is the voice of Moscow
the little beast
is getting closer
to the throat
echelon is slowly starting off
Vikzhel is shrugging
it's shoulders.