practical conflictology

Fish lips on a rat's face will try to talk to you sternly.
Crazy they don't know who they're talking to.
So what are you going to do?
When the fish lips on a rat's face directly insult you?
If you don't respond, you lose respect for yourself.
If you do, you lose money.
It's a riddle, a koan.

Yes this kid pranced and pushed a samurai and didn't apologize,
The mother didn't apologize, the child was instantly chopped in half.
I dreamt this horrible story, it's just awful.
Yeah, I must have seen it in some Japanese anime.

So what are you gonna do:
fish lips on a rat's face?
Honey, you've made a serious mistake.
You're also stupid and ugly,
but you allow yourself an insulting tone of voice?
Sure, you can keep the money.
I always choose to respect myself,
Certainly my courtesy is impeccable.
Rejoice, rat, in the virtuality of communication.

If someone insults you, do you cut them in half,
no matter who it is?
It's a riddle - a koan.
You will lose your livelihood or your self-respect.

You're looking at a rat's cheeky face.
Well, answer me this.
Respect is a sense of self-importance.
Yes, it's a terrible thing. It's unconquerable.
And respect is being above reproach in every action.
I don't have to decide, it's a false problem.

You'll be penniless.
This koan is too simple for me.
Rat, you can't live.
Yes, please donate some donations
For pretty eyes.

You're as touchy as an old lady.
You're welcome.
Anything that makes us stronger is the right thing to do.

What about that boy on the porch? I told you I was dreaming,
he was defective and rat-faced anyway.
Normal people don't have abnormal dreams.
I apologize. This koan is a riddle.
What would you do?

You're not a kind woman.
Everyone's kind with rat faces and fish lips.
Look, she gets my money.
Yeah, but the rat face and the fish lips are separate now.
I just always have a big knife with me.
It's sometimes made of words, imagine that.

But it's an ancient riddle:
Turn the other cheek?
An eye for an eye?
You get spit in the face, your actions?
Yeah, Hollywood's been solving it for a hundred years.
Revenge?
No, action in the moment,
not after.

And what's with the aggressive mood today?
Can you tone down the anger?
No, I'm a sushi chef today,
And why do you bring up Dovlatov?
if he's not a writer or an authority?

Well, a proper sushi dish
is not made from raw fish, but from live fish.
And with a sharp knife.
And it's horrible.

I'm the meekest of the meek
and look at the shadows in the leaves. It's zen.
Sakura in bloom? Yeah, and a pear tree.
It's corny. It's tradition and it tells me
that ill-mannered rat faces with fish lips
never stand a chance, not one, not anywhere.

That's all anime stuff, too.
Yeah, you got some serious anime stuff.
Of course, Naruto, we know all about shadows.
No, she's not French, she's a Russian provincial,
Don't you recognize the trademark back-alley rudeness?
There's no such thing as French.
She's trying to look like one.
Oh, yeah.

It's a sleep. Whether you're dreaming or not,
always choose respect for yourself,
Between money and respect,
and you'll never go wrong.
Thank you, Musashi Dono.

Admit it, you enjoyed
in one fell swoop
that crazy rat face with the fish lips?

It's a virtual act.
She didn't notice.
Secondly, there were two movements.
Only the deadly ones, you don't see them right away.
Look, she insulted me
and she was aiming for my heart
without expecting a response.
her meanness was deliberate.
My response is appropriate to this vile attack.

If she had a defenseless kitten in front of her,
she would have stabbed it with the heel of her shoe.
But instead of a kitten, it was me.
with two swords, disguised as a kitten.

It was divine retribution
that she mistook defenseless for armed.
Of course she did.
Look, she was gonna die anyway,
sooner or later.
What?
Murderer.
No money now, you.
It's a game.

Provide food for the poet.

Understand forgive?

That kid in the dream deserved a million times more leniency
than that scandalous woman,
but he didn't get it.
You don't have to excuse the right decisions.
What did you call her?
Oh, my God.

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
(it no a poem. and yes, you imagine, but about it can bet)