Night man

My friend. Hello. Come in. I'm sick as hell.
I feel pain. It appeared when I don't remember.
Whether wind whistles over the empty and deserted field,
Whether alcohol dusts brains as grove in September.

My head waves ears, as does bird with wings
And ignores legs looking through the neck down.
Black person, dark, night, made of gloom sits to my doss
Black person all night long drives my sleep around.

Black person runs a finger in his dusty nasty book
And, nagging over me, as a monk over the deceased body,
Reads to me life of a scoundrel and debauchee borned in a dark stinky nook,
Running my soul into melancholy and fear badly.

Night person, dark, black! "Listen, listen, buddy" — he mutters to me
In my book there are a lot of finest thoughts and plans.
This person lives in the country we can not see
With the most disgusting trashers and charlatans.

In December in that country snow is clean waiting for a devil sign,
And blizzards start cheerful spinning-wheels.
That person was an adventurer in mind,
Of the highest and the best brand, made of steel.

He was elegant and the poet to be mentioned,
Having a grasping power though not grand.
And one woman, over forty years old, thanks God, far from pension
He called a nasty girl offering to her his hand.

Happiness — he was saying — is a dexterity of mind and hands.
All awkward souls are known as unfortunate mostly.
It's normal, that a lot of torments
Are brought by broken and false gestures if to look closely.

In thunderstorms, in tempests and in daily routine,
At bereavements and when you feel sad,
To keep smiling and to control your internal steam
Is the art highest in the world and there is nothing more to add."

"Black person! Stop. You do not dare it!
You are not in the service as a diver.
I don't want to hear about the life of that scandalous poet.
Please, go ahead, read and tell it to others".

Black person stares at me silently
And eyes are starting to fill by blue color
As if he wants to tell me, that I am a thief and swindler,
So shamelessly and impudently robbed a person smaller.

My friend. Hello. Come in. I'm sick as hell.
I feel pain. It appeared when I don't remember.
Whether wind whistles over the empty and deserted field,
Whether alcohol dusts brains as grove in September.

Frosty night. Crossroad is resting in silence.
I'm at window waiting neither guest, nor friend.
All plain around is covered with loose and soft mass,
And trees as horsemen met in our garden in the end.

Night ominous bird cries somewhere.
Wooden riders sow knocks made by hoofs.
And again that black man sits down on my chair,
Raising his top hat and throwing back the frock coat casually, made of wool.

“Listen, listen! - he wheezes, looking into my face,
Getting himself closer and closer, and bumping into my cornea.
I have not seen any of the scoundrels
So unnecessarily and stupidly suffering from insomnia.

I've made a mistake. So what? Moon is on sky. Can't you see?
What else is needed to the secular drunk with dreams?
Perhaps someone with thick thighs will secretly come, let's call her "She",
And you will read to her your lifeless and boring lyrics?

Oh, I love poets! Funny falks.
I always find in them story close to my heart, -
As one long-haired freak regarding new worlds talks
To a pimply girl student, but sexual agression having in mind.

Don't know, don't remember exactly. Remember a village only
Close to Kaluga or Ryazan,
There lived a boy in a normal peasant family,
Yellow-haired, with big blue eyes...

And he grew up and became a poet to be mentioned,
Having a grasping power though not grand.
And one woman, over forty years old, thanks God, far from pension
He called a nasty girl offering to her his hand.

"Black man! You are a very, very bad guest.
This glory has long been spread about you, spoiling your image."
I am enraged, furious, and my cane flies fast
Directly to his muzzle, to a nose bridge ...

The moon's dead. Blue dawn touches shutters.
Noxious night! What have you twisted sadly?
I stand in my top hat. No one with me stands.
I'm alone ... And a broken mirror only …

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