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Oh emigrant chat rooms I have a lot of them
Disturbing fugitives
Help, court, and a lawyer take a hitchhiker anywhere.
I take New York? Did you listen well to all the tracks on the theme?

I have no one there to retell nabokov about white shoes and a teacher.
Oh, he's been living in America for 20 years and he doesn't speak English!?
And his family doesn't know English either?
A decent man would have shot himself a long time ago.

You compensated for your inferiority with taxes and love of American soccer
for your inferiority?
Oh, Aborigines, let me tell you about space mechanisms.
The devils you let in brought hell with you.

O immigrant, barely settled,
you dare to cluck to me?
I don't tolerate it,
but
Let me first tell you something
about the laws of karma:
You see,
whoever didn't pay his energy debt to the place,
and ran away because he felt
he was worthy of more,
will be doomed to live
ten dull and hopeless lives
In russia's most hopeless times.
Your faith doesn't matter.

And it's not about punishment.
You didn't borrow? No, I didn't.
Well, I'm just the treasurer here.
And you dare to cluck against your country
with the intention of elevating your status,
which you have nothing else to bolster.
Because you don't like the English language.
That's unforgivable in any way.

And you, Lester, you don't love your wife and kids.
And you're jealous of everyone around you, smiling ingratiatingly.
In fact, you're a real piece of shit.
But this isn't about judgment.

Well, I tell you what, boy,
you won't be an American
even if you do the rodeo
and if you grind your teeth on gum and harmonica.
Fingers on a banjo won't help either.
Soccer fan? No.
There are cosmic laws.
Not knowing them doesn't absolve you of responsibility.
Well, I'm a bit of a cop around here.
Your passport? No, I don't need your ID.
Did you fake it for nothing? That's right, honey.

You're living on borrowed time
and you'll live ten dreary, hopeless worm lives
in the Russian snow.
And I'll see to it.
Read Nabokov?
You think you're running away from who you are.
Oh, he won't read.

Texas? Are you Vanya the cowboy?
Well, so be it.
We got an opening, too.
We don't need saddles and shoeing horses, do we?
You didn't know? Now you do.
No, idiot, the whip is for cows, not horses.
Have you ever seen one?

And this conversation wouldn't be happening
if you hadn't arrogantly blurted out
some spit over your shoulder.
When you speak to the ocean, know that you will be heard.

And it's never about punishment.
It's always about energetic compliance.
Did you buy stickers of famous pitchers?
No.

We can't bargain.
Some of your power belongs to this place,
And you've been given a lot of it.
It has to be lived,
it's a very fun adventure.
The currency of the universe is Time.
You can't run away from your destiny.
You won't be disappointed with the journey.

This fortune-telling session is over.
That'll be 20 bucks plus tax.

No, ma'am, I don't haggle.
So what,
I called you lady, Ivan and Lester?
And a boy?
Oh, pardon me, ladies.
but
I'm never wrong.
Yes, you have no idea the length of that vow.
Do you?
I don't know,
it's more likely than not.

I'm not mocking you,
I'm a professional fortune-teller.
Yeah, my grandmothers and grandparents' grandmother are all gypsies.
And grandmother grandparents is a magical hereditary power too, lady.

My glass ball alone is worth, you have no idea how much it cost me, lady.
And a glass eye, too, yes, lady, costs money.
All right, Charlie,
What color is the horse?
A pinto? Three-year-old?
That's right, Vanya!
You have beautiful curls.
H o - r o - sho

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