The little chubby boy bent
Back and bulged his paunch and went,
Spreading his legs with pudgy knees.
He stood and pee’d against the wall,
Trying hard to get
The long gold stream higher yet.
And the girl with an upturned mouth who wore
A moleskin fur coat stopped to explore:
Her round eyes followed with astounding joy
This dark-skinned little boy.
She knows nothing as yet: how, why
She crouches - to see better, yes,
And out of female captiousness,
Already - she shouts, repeating
«Ay — Ay — Ay — Ay — Ay — Ay
You are cheating. You are cheating.»
Маленький пупс-карапузик
Весь изогнувшись и выпятив пузико,
Расставив ножки с пухлыми коленками,
Стоял и пипикал на стенку,
Стараясь повыше вскинуть
Золотистую струйку длинную.
А девочка со вздернутым ротиком
В шубке, шитой на кроте,
Удивленно следила глазами круглыми
За этим мальчишкой смуглым.
Она ничего не понимает...
Но уже из упрямства женственного,
Присев, чтобы увидеть лучше,
Кричит на всякий случай:
«Ай-ияй... Ай-и-яй...
Мошеенство, мошенство!»
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«In the evening realm / of the green spring, / A calm river winds / like a silvery string. / The forested hills / hug the red sun. / The golden horn / gives birth / to the moon; / In a tiny hut, / the ploughman / is back from the / furrowed hills. / The nightingale / trill...»
«The blizzard buried the hedge, / Behind the window the snow still falls / While on the warm stove ledge / An old man his youth recalls. "Eh, there were good seasons / In my life — nothing went wrong, / I had no worries, but the reasons / To carouse and sing the songs, And now what li...»
«On the dark-blue sky / The dawn burst red. / In golden glow, spry / Sun rose from its bed. When sun-light came back, / By the sky reflected, / It met on its track, / New rays just projected. And when bright-gold, blended rays / Spilled, suddenly lighting earth’s face, / The blue ...»