Poems...

author - Ugol The annoyance of an immoral person. It was raining at night, and I was dozing, A candle was burning low on the table, Suddenly, my window opened quietly, And it became bright in my room. The intoxication passed, and I sobered up in that moment, And a barefoot old man came to my window In a white robe and with a gray beard. He leaned in and said, "Come with me!" In that world, from which I came, You will find what you are deprived of here, You will live in fairy-tale gardens, It is always bright there, and it is always spring. There, birds of wondrous beauty fly, Animals roam majestically, and flowers bloom, The music of magical flutes flows, There is no sorrow, and there is no suffering. You will find peace, you will find love, Your blood will never grow cold there, And you will not lose your mind there, Come on, give me your hand, let's go. I jumped up from the sofa, I grabbed a glass, In a rage, I threw it at the old man with all my might. His beard was disheveled, his robe was in blood, I beat the old man heavily and fiercely. I kicked the old man without a break: "Miserable old man, I didn't call you! I hate light, I don't love flowers, My animals are blind moles. Your bland paradise is boring and repulsive to me, I love autumn rain, I hate May. And my freedom is a bomb of decay, The right to spit blood in the face of existence. Broken lines are my painting, And my squalor is my creation. My love lives in distorted mirrors, And my soul is rough ice. The old man had long since left, and I was still beating The stool, the glass, the shelves, the mirrors. Rain was drizzling outside the broken window, And I was smashing furniture until morning..