Ex-military diplomat and translator. Colonel in retirement. Served on the Chinese, Iranian, Turkish and Mongolian borders. He worked in the administrations of the Omsk region and the city of Omsk. Writes social and detective fiction, lyric poetry. He lives in Siberia in the city of Omsk.
I am constant in my inconstancy. If you do not cast a shadow, then you drop the hooves. Who does not eat sushi - he does not make hara-kiri.
The mood can be compared with horseradish,
Eyeballs and nauseating in the mouth,
As if I am a captain in the sea penne
And do not wait for me in the far port.
I'm a wanderer by year,
Something is glad, something is a pity,
From a past life I'm Chinese,
Now I'm Russian and Moskal.
Above you I'm the master today,
Let the fool, but tight moshna,
I want to fly into the water Razin
And the princess will throw him.
Did not say dream book about Japan,
Apparently, my dream was making something awkward,
Here I sit and look in "Panasonic"
On the problems of Russian Kuriles.
In the houses are hidden somebody's secrets
And in every house there is a soul,
We learn about them by accident,
In the closet with papers rustling.
He dragged the cross through this life,
Something like a staff, a club,
He walked along the path in verse, sung,
Then he disappeared into the fog.
Sometimes it happens that a writer becomes a simple person and stops writing, doing something completely insignificant, internally reproaching himself for not spending time without spending time on completing unfinished books
It was enough to slow me down at the crossroads, as a six hundredth "gelding" hit me in the ass. Well, I would have melted the gelding, but here everything is the other way round. I took the biggest gas key and waddled out of the car, intending to properly deal with the one behind me…
I have not been noticed for several days on the committee. Everyone knows that I am already almost dismissed and an expression of sympathy for me will be regarded as disloyalty to the remaining leadership. As if a spy in their ranks had been identified. As in 1937. I was just a respected friend, and for a couple of hours I became a nobody and called…
I lie bound hand and foot with a straitjacket, more like a ragged sail of an old pirate ship and other people's smells run around my nose, as if trying to race a race about those people who have already visited this dress…
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