PROUST 200 ( by Yuri Smirnov)
(ïåðåâîä íà àíãëèéñêèé)
When there was no Internet...
Can you believe
There were times
Without The Web?
My classmate-girls
Were all up on quizzes
In their copybooks
Drawing hearts with their markers
Each one looking just like an ass.
Fashion magazines clip-offs,
Indeed,
T’ was the Hell and C'me on.
Questions in those quizzes
Were as thick as a brick.
Which boy of the class do you like most?
Vova.
Vova came first,
The junk from the same grade like ours.
Though,
I fell in love sometimes, too
With a girl from the parallel
World.
So what?
Out of reach
And so fine.
Raising up from the rape
Of The Well-Tempered Clavier
I dreamed of Oksana,
Either my memory fails me.
Anyway, Proust has written it up
In his novel Swann’s Way
When I was out off the rape-age
I got used to go very early to bed.
Whom do you want still to meet in the evening, if yet?
Granted that you still can choose
From the living
Or brought back
Or faithfully dead?
So, if it was a final night,
I’d be with Jesus Christ, and
The night before… with Monicca Belucci.
Though, I got me my Mouse somewhat better than all of them.
And which color is yours?
None that you see at your flags.
Is there a death that you wish?
Sure,
Like a left trackle guy.
What is the best in people, by you?
A skill to never let go
Some black tsars into your head
Just to make it a hot meal
For them and their vassals to eat.
And the river you like?
It is Bug.
Any person you trust?
Only God.
Anyone you believe in?
Oh, none.
What comes last, after all,
Sound or light?
I hope that it's light.
(ñ)translation by Àëåêñàíäð Ïàâëîâ, 2016