Russia as an Ark

Russia as an Ark
Sergey Fyodorovich Fyodorov

Monsoon of rains
Not summer weather...
From droplets... all these days...
They are drowning us
Drowning, drowning
Russia as an ark
It cannot be sunk...
Where from?
Did they gather so much water?
They squeezed all of Europe dry
Took some more from the Bermudas
The water smells
Of rains
Of cuttlefish
And like caviar —
These rains...
Resort water
The ladies recognize it...
— Yes, ah...
— I’ve already bathed in it!
— Salt...
— Just a little too little!
— Putin!
— Rains, bring on the salt...


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