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BRIEF HISTORY
A girl from Lithuania comes to the English club that I visit and leaves home six months later. A year later, I find her online and try to start a correspondence on her personal Facebook page with questions like: «What’s the weather like?» My hope crumbles to smithereens – having entered the next day, I read the answer to my question: http://meteo.lt
Best of the best. Known to everyone.
Smart and pretty.
Her strong point is fractal code.
Everything in the world is chaotic.
And we were looking for happiness there,
But it was very boring.
Zero was only divided in half
And then – only latently.
I won’t go into details right now,
Read on my blog.
And then one day at a good hour
We met on the road.
That train was on the wrong way to Moscow…
(where – the secret, of course).
I did not dare to approach
I doubt forever.
– Problems with the code? OK!
She smiled at me.
In a notebook of numbers, a round dance.
– Did you succeed?
I was numb: what a fractal!
The weather is to blame!
And whispered in her ear
After waiting for her «Input»:
– I didn’t know how to approach you.
– Here is the link: meteo.lt
© Valentine Ruzanov, 2021
ISBN 978-5-0055-2430-0
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ACROSTIC
Passionate eyes
Metronome.
Prepared.
Lined.
Andromeda is chained to the tablet.
Detached.
Multi-rent.
At a friend’s,
Zakidachnaya.
Anomaly. Explosion. You are delicious!
VILKOLAKIS
These games are not familiar
Only to those who write for a long time.
I write in the moonlight
And has long been like a wolf.
Looking ahead, grinning,
The snow is ringing under the paws.
I’m just as ardent during the day
Only mom doesn’t order.
WHY I GET OFF HANDS
I was wrong – you were silent.
I apologized – you were waiting.
You didn’t answer me at all
I understood: business, business.
Forgotten. Blocked two times.
Don’t joke with her brother!
«I’m in love» is not your phrase,
«Can not be!» – should come off.
ACCESS WITHOUT WI-FI
I expect a letter of recognition from you
But you are silent as a punishment.
Ride yourself on the road
And I write poetry in the porches.
Cold, dark and damp
Witnesses of sorrow
I go to one of them
And I don’t sleep there at night.
But not alone, the moon is with me
And I rejoice: maybe
And sometimes you can see it
And you are sad too.
ROMANTIC PC INCIDENT 5238
I am writing you lines about nothing
And I only expect reproaches
But you will read it anyway
(Yes, it happens. Like in the movies.)
For the third year we have been in correspondence
Spilled whiskey on Claudia yesterday
And without noticing it right away
I wrote this phrase:
«I haven’t heard your laugh for a long time.»
And on the screen: «Heh – heh – heh!»
Then I continued typing
But the letters had little room:
«Ha – ha – ha – haaaaa, hee – hee – hee – hiiiiiiiii»
And then the screw died! (from longing!!!).
I didn’t know to cry or laugh
I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you
And let them spill on the clave of those
Who doesn’t like your laugh.