From the pen... and say something awkward

With gratitude to Svetlana Ergolskaya.
 
 
 & quot; the heart does not have a name day!" -
 the fat-bellied gentleman told me.
 Yes, he was a big-bellied surgeon.
 And as something quietly became all around,
 when he put a scalpel in my heart
 and there, like this one... Mtsyri, turned
 your weapons. It just got worse,
 what happened when I was still alive
 and walked out of the garden, not missing a puddle.
 
 And this, of course, was an aperitif.
 
          *****
 
 I only give girls candy.
 They, in return, give me pizdyuley,
 although I, as a folk poet,
 by right it is necessary.
 and glory, only better with a small letter -
 I don't need Fetisov for anything!
 Do you want rutabagas, frozen bitter rutabagas?
 And the trousers? And the autumn coat?
 I'll buy them for you, just give me the money.
 I'll get the star, get the ladder!
 
 And a drooping broom hangs in the corner,
 and a tear falls into the empty soup.