Posts from Poems...

I'm sitting in a cold classroom,
The teacher is smoking in the bathroom,
And after taking a long drag,
He adjusted his suspenders.

And now he's in the classroom too,
But his head is empty.
And this "physicist" is trying again,
To explain something to us.

Then, after explaining something to us,
At the end of the lesson, he asked,
He divided the length by the mole,
Gave us a five, but we learned nothing.

And so another lesson passed,
And I hear the bell ringing,
With this kind of knowledge, we'll all go,
To the exam.

And there they will accuse us,
That we are not learning again,
But we won't say anything,
Who will believe us, we are just children

I was born on the border
Between Light and Darkness.
I was crucified for playing mad games with fate.
But my immortal body lies under the ice,
And my soul burns with fire!

Drained by Darkness,
Cursed by Light forever.
I fell like a stone to the bottom,
I soared like a bird to the top.
Only gray shadows in the intertwining of crowns.
I am tired, my life is a terrible dream!

Night. The forest turns white under the moon. In the forest, I hear a wolf's howl. It's dark all around, My head is spinning, I'm afraid to go. I had to crawl. It's getting darker. Everything is numb... I'm tired of crawling. I quietly stood up... And I see, somewhere in the distance, A fire shining towards me. I ran, I fell again. As soon as I stood up, The light disappeared. Where should I go? I'm afraid I'll die. I won't make it, And I'll just give up. But here I see the light again. I'm hurrying... Oh no! A wolf is coming towards me. I ran as fast as I could, But not towards me, Towards the fire in the darkness. Oh God... A growl. And someone's scream. I hear it again, And my blood runs cold. I'm getting closer to the light. Hmm... The wolf is gone. Where did it disappear to? Probably back into the forest. And then I saw a hut, And next to it, a wolf and an old lady. The old lady has a shotgun in her hands, And the wolf growls and *BANG* – it's dead. However, she's lively, Cool, And crazy, And mean. But I'm a fool. I'm running through the darkness, And I hear a howl, And it's right behind me. And after running ten meters, The wolf knocked me to the ground. Biting into my neck, I'm getting weaker. There's no salvation. And here comes death.

Dream
You speak, and the stars melt,
Like kisses on lips,
You look, and the heavens play
In your divine eyes.
You walk, and all your movements,
All your actions and features,
Are so full of feelings and expression,
So full of wondrous beauty!
Fate has given you to me, my dear,
And I know no better gift!
(Ksenia)

Loneliness
I'll jump into the sky and hide in the clouds.
How fluffy, how soft and snowy.
Are you leaving again? And I won't be upset...
I'll just close the door and close it carelessly.
I'll hide all the sorrows behind a cloud,
I'll cover them with fluffy cotton.
I'll sit on the edge and cry...
Who is to blame for our love?
The clouds, like white roses,
Settle in the fog by the road.
As if raindrops - my tears,
Will fall at your feet.
(Ksenia)

The Hero's Song,
or
The Black Chronicle of Degradation

I lived quietly, I existed,
I provided hope to my boss,
I dragged myself along, listening to metal,
And spent the evening in a pub.

I read smart books,
And slept peacefully at night,
And I didn't think, I didn't guess,
That I would suddenly end up in a legend.

And falling asleep, I didn't know,
That my turn had already come.
That another people awaited me,
So that I could lead them all.

But then the heavens opened,
And I heard voices.
They came to me in a dream,
And told me that I was a hero.

I didn't want to be a hero,
But I only snored about evil in my sleep,
And, getting up with a headache,
I saw a strange landscape.

They bowed to me to the ground,
And carried me away in a palanquin.
And I sat there, turning my head,
And was completely useless.

Their king was my fan,
He said: come on, strike!
Evil will not be able to do harm,
Only when it meets you!

And everything will be as it was before,
And the oak will return to the altar.
The ram will bleat golden,
And the bull will increase its yield.

About what else he was talking about,
I soon stopped listening.
But suddenly, since I am a hero,
Will they let me go back to my world later?

I decided to help the unfortunate,
And drive out the evil creatures.
Their plan was, in general, not bad:
Crush the enemies while you're alive.

There they gave me my runic sword,
I swore to take care of it.
Or maybe it's not mine at all?
Or maybe I'm not the hero?

But the sword whispered to me,
That I shouldn't count the killed,
That I should summon all enemies to battle,
And it will pierce them itself.

I won the first battle,
And the sword confirmed its usefulness.
You want to fight – well, so be it,
I will wash my sword with blood.

I chopped many enemies,
But I fell into their trap.
But I will not surrender,
I will wash my sword with blood.

When there were five enemies left,
I was able to accidentally find out,
That I did not defeat the right people,
I went to the wrong country...

Such "friends" cannot be forgiven,
I must take terrible revenge.
When I return home again,
I will wash my sword with blood!

Since I am still alive,
I will wash my sword with blood.
Still alive, as long as I'm alive,
And I will wash my sword with blood!

Having eradicated another people,
I lived in this world for a year.
But soon the voices again
Decided to work miracles.

They summoned me to another world
To save the people – because I am a hero!
Again war, again alive,
And I will wash my sword with blood!

I will wash my sword with blood,
I will wash my sword with their blood!
I will wash my sword with their blood,
I will wash my sword with blood!