The Forbidden Fairy Tales The Cycle poems

30.04.2023. Great Britain. Nottinghamshire.

The Forbidden Fairy Tales The Cycle poems

The Death accepts
Many guises: as a foxes:
A small child:
And you're in a hurry,
Grabbing, carrying away, saving:

- I have managed!
- You have saved! The Savior!

Having given: you have died:

- Bang!
- Drown!

Or unexpectedly:
by this truck van
you go and swoops:

Or did the same truck hit you,

Having accepted the replacement: having given away from yourself
Your Fate and your life, in a hurry,
We talk:

- Hero! Heroes!
- Heroines!

Or an Angel
We'll call you later.

Everything is correct, and it has been to this day:
Running into a burning hut,
And on his hands from there, saving everyone:
A kitten, and a baby, and a puppy.
Saved everyone.
He's all right.

- Peoples! You must Have a fun!

Here the woman is tearful,
Came up::

- Honey! Be good!
My suitcase with money
It's standing there!
It's all there!
My old father and my old mother
And I saved up
Our treasure suitcase with money
And Gold and Sparking Diamonds
And Emeralds
And Pure Snow white Pearls
For years!
Our savings
For years!
In a Fire of Our Home
Now.

- You pull it out!
I'll give you away!

- Well, how am I, how
Without that suitcase?
I'll buy myself
New shelter,
Bed,
Food?

And The Bravest Young Hero ran,
Saving.
Will stop
It can't anymore,
To someone
Not to save.


Plenty Firemen Heros
Had died
Such way style
running to save
properties from a fire,
pld savings in a suitcase,
and lives

but something
came a wrong
and much too dangerouse
not right.

- Please, not put in a dangerous
Your life
to save a huge money bags and  suitcases
of others,
Your own wife and children
need thir own husband and Dad
back to them too.


- Honey! Cool down!
The years are growing!

- And life is significant!

- She's always alone.

****

With His Wife at the Theater.
My God, how boring it is here!
They all sit, they all sit down here.
No one is talking.

And only from the stage
Someone else 's
The painted lady
Something screams.

I would better
Hug my wife,
Sideways to her,

will he squint?

My Own, legitimate wife,
I am still as this young 20thies
Young boy,
still in a strong hot,
still in love.

- Shh! Tss!, - they say: - Be a calm! a silent!
There's a Theater here!

There are always spectators around
They are silent!

He sat both this way and that way.
Tired of it!

The unknown fat somebody's Lady
on the side
has such
Her Tallest Big Boobies
Huge Bust.

And that 's where to put it
My long legs
Right next to a thick neighbor
We are sitting.

No, gently.
Yes. It's warm.
Yes, non-native.
Both Strangers.

There is no place
For my own wife here:
Her ticket:
There,  far from me, 
in front,
The back of her head:  Unknown Man,
Not me:
Someone else's man
Right next to her foot
To her so beloved
Nice body.

I notice details and everything.
I'm terribly worried.
After thinking about it,
I suggest
All exchange.

This unknown man, next to my wife,
This man
Does not want to exchange
His place:

My wife is much prettier,
There is no dispute.

Then he asked exchange
to his wife:

- Do you want to exchange?
to sit my place here and now?
And so decently: a lady with a lady,
In a row?

She to me:

- Don't make any noise!
I can't hear you.
You wait for the intermission, the break stop:
We'll go to the Theather buffet with you, so!


Should I file for divorce?
In front of all the people here
My Beloved Wife
Have warmed up  her ass,
Sitting closely
To this unknown male,
Not related man,
A Stranger?

I'm not lost. I'm not a sucker.
I warm
This
Knee
The plump lady
Round on the girth.

A slap in my face!
My Red Cheek!

- A man! Sir?  Aren't you ashamed?,-

Words sounding
To me
From this neighbor fat Lady
Straight
Right in my eyebrow
And in my eyes
And myself.

Well, finally!
The Theatre's Attendant Manager
takes us all
out
Me,
My wife,
Our two old big suitcases.

- How cool is there out to be,
My Neighbor!

- My Savior!
You saved me! my life! my mind!

The wife grumbles.

Rain splatters on the roof,
By suitcase
Giving out a fraction.

I'm coming. I live. I myself.
Not from the stage
Into the keyhole
Watch someone else's life.

The wife swears:

- When else will we go
To the theater?
Are we coming to Moscow?
To St. Petersburg?
To a big concert?
Again?

And finally, I hug my wife.
Lucky guy!
Just well done!

***

He also saved bunnies,
A hundred pieces at a time.

And then suddenly giving up:
How did I swear like that:
I didn't save anymore.

He drank tart lots of vodka.

And with bunnies, a hundred,
He made sewed
a hat, a fur coat, a muff,
On the caftan
for his wife
and for a sale
all again.

And then sold out,
The next hundred.
He's coming to the next
His bunnies'es boats trips
rescue,
So,
She also has her coat
and her new bag.

Here it is: elegant.
Fluffy is standing.

- Why is she crying?
- It hurts me!, - she has said?

Became a Furrier,
A hunter.
Became a Taxamedrist.

And they paid a lot like that!

Why are you silent?

Hat, fur coat, muff
Quietly so: and into the closet.

- Hey!
- Where are you going?
- What are those your suitcases here
For what?

A wad of money on the table.
A wad of money on the closet.
Wardrobe, sideboard:
Everything is packed!
How will I leave?
Won't I take it away?

And you can't leave everything.
After all , then
A stranger will come.

And she will not regret it.
He's going to
Not native.

Eh! Was or was not.
I'm packing my suitcase.
And already collected three bags:
Money is all I have gained!

Should I open a bank here?
Three bags: just a little bit,
From everything: collected
I am for my long journey.

I didn't have time to take it away.
There's too much here.
And the wife left with another,
Those who were not related to her.

A new fur coat is hanging.
Hat, muff, caftan.
And the boots? gave it to you?
Did you patch up her heels?

I'll call you right now.
To chat about this and that.

- When are you visiting me?
Where is our home?
Even if the house is mine?

- If you already live with someone else:
Give me the boots as I do!
He filled the soles himself!
Glued, cut, swept.

Let the man be different now,
The one who is not your native,
Spends money on you.
My love is gone!

Was he a lifeguard?
Crying tears,
If he offended someone suddenly
Or just: no luck?

Where did the living Soul go?
Or did he die and didn't notice?

Without A Living Soul
Walked.

And it's like he lived in Hell, isn
't it?

What happened? Gone
Those who knew everything about you?
And, having met you, did not recognize you:

- Hey! Who are you?
How not to admit it?
You were completely different?
Kind? Honey? Naughty?
And beautiful with kindness
A faithful, sensitive soul?

And where did everything go?
The Furrier.
Taxamedrist.
Then the Executioner from a fairy tale straight:
So
Cruel,
All the fairies
Are crying.

Here: here's a tiny crumb
On a flower, touchy.
That swings, the flower.
How would you escape from there?

If it's a swamp. Toads. Toads.
Crocodiles. An Allegator.
Or Black Crows
Taller
Than all these
Little
Small
Flower's
Fairies?

Or An Spitting Poison
Cobras
Feisty,
Crawling?

Or Tigers, Leopards,
Wolves, Foxes and Bears.

And at all:
Inventing a fairy tale,
How to come up
With this
Toward
The Happy Ending?

To make the children all laugh.
To make fairies smile.

So that the reader, the viewer, the babysitter,
Commentator, Plagiarist,
And Other Touchy - Feely,
Who's wearing Glasses,
Who is without Glasses,
Who's in the pants,
Who is without pants:
 in dresses, skirts,
In shorts,
in trousers,
Whom would
Be glad
Or not happy:

Would everyone pass by,
Would no one bother me?


- Look, The Other Fairies,
They flew away, they flew away.
In castles, a lot of lights where
The music is light,
Couples danced okay:

- One-two-three!
And Pa-do-da.

You're sitting, it's dark, in the dark.
And
The Cricket Grasshopper is ringing
Melodic Ring Ton,
Ringing:
- Tru-la-la.
- Tru-la-la.

It's in the Fairy Tale "Snow White",
What Disney drew,
So elegant and beautiful.

In life w
Being alone
Not cute.

All alone. one. one.

The Death has come.
While you were sleeping.

She sang softly and whispered.
And she played as if with a doll,
In his scary game.

Everyone buried you in it.
The funeral service was held.
They taught me.

Like
Children of the Dungeon,
The Writer
Mister
Korolenko wrote.

You were asleep, you were still asleep.

- She sleeps in a crystal coffin,
Under the rock,
Behind the mountain, -
A small voice spoke softly,
The little voice
Trembled soft.

- Will she never wake up?
- Is she dead? And so forever?

- It's boring: everyone sleeps and sleeps.
- Should we play like this all night?

The Death of a girl , suddenly crying,
Feeling sorry for yourself:

- No. Not forever. There is a hope.
What the King's Son will love her to save.

- He will come, he will kiss her,
Her crystal coffin will break:
Her heart will come to life after a long sleeping!
She will wake to walk, fell, talk, love, alive.

- Yeah! In this wilderness
So that who would come here?

- As if in a very remote
Are we from the center in the sky?

- Will He arrive on a spaceplane?
On a rocket?
Would He some Alien? The Stars Boy or Man?

- No. It will be ours, earthly.
The Young King's Son will be, him.

- His heart will suddenly beat
And in anguish

- He will suddenly see:
That there are others like
Strangers people's faces around.
And
Strangers other eyes around him.

- And he will want his own,
So that the native eyes would be:

- My Beloved, My Love,
My Half of Me!


The Fat,
The Death was silent for a while.
She was muttering
Something softly:

- What when and kind ,
Relatives,
It's warm there,
It's nice there.

- Only people have forgotten everything:
How much they loved.

- How alive they were!
There were!
How they laughed
And joking!

- How good it was for them!
Come, they say, again!

I looked:   The Silence.
Everyone's gone,
All to Nowhere.

The Death accepts
Many guises:
Angel and Devil: too.
The Gods,
Plenty
Actors,
Old Fairy Tales: too.

The Time, The Space,
From small buggies with a bear,
a salty butter,
a black German bread.
And a raspberry jam:
It's all ours.
All for  you,
And everyone else.

You managed to take it.
Or you miss all,
if you had not a time
for all this.

While you live, alive
All Word of  Everything
Abilities
Are Yours
Just what you pick.


30.04.2023. Great Britain. Nottinghamshire.
Inna
Инна
Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin

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