I can barely remember conception,
Incomplete must be my recollection.
I was conceived sinfully, without intention,
And came out before expectation.

I was not born in torture or malice -
Nine month is not nine years
I have spent my first term in the uterus
Believe me, there’s nothing good there.

Thank you, the witnesses,
that you have spit and thought of me,
That suddenly my parents
decided to conceive of me,

That in the times so hidden
and, now - almost legendary,
When huge times were availed upon and were
long-term outside of time,

They took them in the midst of night -
and many even earlier,
And here they live my brotherhood,
my honorable company!

Forward, bursting the thoughts, now forward!
Words, the words, my dear lines, keep in order!
I have first been availed of my freedom
From the 1937 order!

If I could know how long I have suffered -
To have beaten the creep at his game!
But I was born, and lived, and recovered
In the First Mechancs house - in the end.

And there behind the wall,
behind the little barrier,
Two women were treating themselves
to vodka very happily,

All have lived humbly,
the system of the corridor,
For thirty eight cages
one bathroom in all!

Here tooth did not fall on the tooth,
the sweater did not warm at all,
Here I had learned extremely fast
what is the worth of money all.

Neighbor was not afraid of the siren,
And my mother got used to it finally,
And I sneered, a healthy three-old
At this aerieal siren.

Not all that comes above is from heaven -
And the people were dimming the lights!
And like little assistance on front end -
Was my sand and a hole-ridden rake.

And sunlight beamed in tree rays,
as though aware of all its faults -
Above Eugene Kyrillich
and the Guisya Moiseevna

He too her: “How the sons of yours?”
“Fallen without memory
Hey Guisya, we’ve suffered,
we are of one land,

We’ve suffered, and that means
that we have all been russified -
Yours - murdered without note,
mine - guiltlessly put in jail.

I have gone from blankets and pacifiers,
I have lived not forgoven or thrown,
And they called me a “slink,” all these dummies,
Though I was brought to birth with no problem,

I have tried to tear off the masks and
They chase prisoners - why should not we?
And our fathers, our brothers, returned to
Houses - that belong to them and to me.

Aunt Zina has a sweater
with the dragons and the serpents,
And to Popova Vovchik the father
came with trophies, and

The trophy of Japan,
the trophy too of Germany...
It came, the land of Lemon,
the suitcase land entirely!

I took from father
at the station shoulder straps,
And in evacuation
the soldiers came in crowding.

And they saw through all things, they recovered,
They got drunk - then they became sober.
And cried off all those who awaited,
Those that did not await - weapt it over.

Started digging Vitka’s Father, and Genka,
We asked him for what cause, he responds:
“All the corridors end with a wall, and
The tunells lead into the light.”

Ancestral prohesy
did not listen to Victor at all
From our ancestral corridor
he went into the prison hall.

He always was an arguer,
he’ll get to wall - himself he’ll find...
He walked all through the corridor -
and and ended with a wall besides...

But fathers - all have minds their own,
and what they care for at all times...
We see life independently
whatever our backgrounds...

All - almost till one year olds -
They wanted all to wage war all the way,
And in cellars and semi-cellars
Children wanted to get under tanks.

They did not even get a bullet -
In the common way live and be tough:
Not to dare, not to live - but they dared
From the files to make knives.

They put into the lungs,
Black from the nicotine,
Upon the handle
light splicers

The business came from changeling
came the sleeping guardians,
 
 

At first they “fantics” played
without a scrimp or conscience,
And then romantics came to be
the thieves without conscience.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

It was time - and there were cellars,
It was time - and then people were low.
And canals went to there the canals end,
And went into right place with the flow.

Children of former sargeants and majors,
Having risen to icy gates,
For the reasons of these corridors
They were told to come down all the way.