EUGENICS - Lena the girl, poems by Alexander Gutin
EUGENICS - Lena the Girl
The grass is knee-high at the edge of the forest,
A river flows beyond the hill.
Gray-eyed Lena
Fell in love with her gym teacher in the spring.
The acacias were in full bloom.
The leader of the cranes led his wedge.
How can a girl confess her secret?
Nikolai Alekseevich, how?
My cheeks flush crimson,
My head feels like it's intoxicated with hops,
-I want to confess to you today,
I love you. Honestly, I love you!
I don't need money or gold,
I'm not afraid of bad weather or evil,
And when I crawl along a rope,
Or jump over a goat,
I love your strong arms,
I love your Adidas suit,
And the sound of the dark blue whistle,
That's always in your mouth.
You're married, but don't be shy,
Like a butterfly fluttering against glass,
I'm ready to give myself to you right now,
Even on the mats, even just like that, on the floor.
That day, not having time to recover from his hangover,
Nikolaich answered her: "No,
I'm a teacher, and you're a student...
If you want, then give me a blow job."
But fucking you is unethical,
Cross my heart, I can't, God knows.
Here's your "A" for the semester,
Understand, you bitch, I'm a teacher!
The gym walls shook,
And the white light in the sky dimmed.
Poor Lena burst into tears:
"I love you! And you give me... a blow job..."
I love you, and you give me "A"...
I love you, and you give me "fuck"!
I opened my heart to you personally,
I have nothing more to say to you...
And she left. Everything is perishable in time,
Like water at the confluence of rivers,
And today Lena Mezulina
Is a deputy and a great person.
And the gym teacher has disappeared from sight,
Only a simple Duma deputy
Remembers the grievances of his youth,
Hating blowjobs and swearing.
Let the depraved go to Europe,
But in Russia, no one will ever
Write "dick" or "ass,"
Or "dick," or the word "cunt."
The law is not a simple piece of paper for you,
And good triumphs over evil,
Out with the lollipops from the grocery store!
Oral sucking is prohibited!
And now only knee-high grass,
Where nightingales sing in the morning,
Remember the poor girl Lena,
And murmur of unhappy love.
Poems by Alexander Gutin
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