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POEPHYSICS

POEflyPHYSICS

Poetry, Prose and Art Journal
Multilingual, Multicultural, Interdisciplinary Web Edition

Edited and published by Steven Duplij


Olga Pervashova
Kharkov, Ukraine



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Kak dva uzha perevilis'
V podushek chashe,
S ulybkoi otpuskayu mysl'
Drugim krichashuyu.

Sdayus' na chas, sdayu na shag,
Prezren'em, zhalost'yu,
Ustami - drug, a serdtsu - vrag,
Ostyn' pozhalusta.

Osade mnogoletnei - Na!-
Smiren'e poshloe,
Drugoi kupyury net -
Ona zaterta v proshloe.



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Ty vysizhivaesh' menya
Kak straus yaitso
V raskalennom suhom peske,
Ty zhdesh' menya
Kak lodochnik na pereprave
U tihoi izluchiny,
A ya ne spushus' k tvoei zathloi reke,
A ya ne hochu v pustynyu zhguchuyu.



YALTA 1995go goda


Ona...Ona! Ckol'zit po sklonam
Ukorlivo molchashih gor
V perednike temnozelenom,
I tot zhe vzglyad, i tot zhe vzor.


Legka. Ot mysa i do mysa
Vorvalas' v utrennii priboi,
Resnitsami iz kiparisov
Vzmahnula bezdne goluboi.


Printsessa s suharem v karmane
I v serdolikovom ventse,
Ot ruk revnivyh uraganov
Sledy poshechin na litse...


Clilis' v ob'yat'yah nashi ruki,
Smeemsya obe - vse k chertyam...
I slovno ne bylo razluki,
I ves' iyul' podaren nam.



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Luna i noch'...CHto zh, sputnikov veselyh
Sebe ya vybrala - poteshili spolna.
Rassvet, ot krovi p'yanyi Moloh,
Mne shepchet zhertv poslednih imena.

Glaz bez zrachka i smotrit, ne migaya,
Smorgni menya, skol'zni, ne razlichi.
Kogo uzhe? CH'ei nemoch'yu igraya,
Ty vybral nynche tlenu na pochin?

YA - s nimi. Vizhu ih polet nespeshnyi,
Ih rastvoren'e v etu mglu,
CHtob stech' poslednei kaplei greshnoi
Po angel'skomu belomu krylu.


...Na "stsene" -
"ten'" nad "torgom"
v "morge roz"...

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Privet tebe. izmenchivyi Protei,
Idushii ostrokamennoi tropoyu,
Umevshii, kak nikto, ne byt' soboyu
V krugu nevernyh polu-Galatei.

Ruka moya - ne chernyh kryl'ev vzmah,
Kotorye v moi dom poroi stuchatsya.
I kapli vlagi, chto iz nih sochatsya,
S nezashishennyh nog sbivayut prah...

Obochina... Gniyut kresty. Na nih -
Venki ozyabshie iz roz-dolgov. Udush'e,
Dyhan'em vechnym stav
(ty skazhesh' mne - "tem luchshe"),
Ne vypevaet, a vyplevyvaet stih.

No, nezhnyi moi "naiv" i izhe s nim,
Usnite! Vy raskormleny uspehom.
Vy dolgii put' proshli. I vy uzhe ne vehi,
A puty dlya togo, kto vami tak lyubim.



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