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      Valentine Ruzanov

      Google it and get charred!

      BRIEF HISTORY

      A girl from Lithuania comes to the English club that I visit and leaves home six months later. A year later, I find her online and try to start a correspondence on her personal Facebook page with questions like: «What’s the weather like?» My hope crumbles to smithereens – having entered the next day, I read the answer to my question: http://meteo.lt

      Best of the best. Known to everyone.

      Smart and pretty.

      Her strong point is fractal code.

      Everything in the world is chaotic.

      And we were looking for happiness there,

      But it was very boring.

      Zero was only divided in half

      And then – only latently.

      I won’t go into details right now,

      Read on my blog.

      And then one day at a good hour

      We met on the road.

      That train was on the wrong way to Moscow…

      (where – the secret, of course).

      I did not dare to approach

      I doubt forever.

      – Problems with the code? OK!

      She smiled at me.

      In a notebook of numbers, a round dance.

      – Did you succeed?

      I was numb: what a fractal!

      The weather is to blame!

      And whispered in her ear

      After waiting for her «Input»:

      – I didn’t know how to approach you.

      – Here is the link: meteo.lt

      © Valentine Ruzanov, 2021

      ISBN 978-5-0055-2430-0

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      ACROSTIC

      Passionate eyes

      Metronome.

      Prepared.

      Lined.

      Andromeda is chained to the tablet.

      Detached.

      Multi-rent.

      At a friend’s,

      Zakidachnaya.

      Anomaly. Explosion. You are delicious!

      VILKOLAKIS

      These games are not familiar

      Only to those who write for a long time.

      I write in the moonlight

      And has long been like a wolf.

      Looking ahead, grinning,

      The snow is ringing under the paws.

      I’m just as ardent during the day

      Only mom doesn’t order.

      WHY I GET OFF HANDS

      I was wrong – you were silent.

      I apologized – you were waiting.

      You didn’t answer me at all

      I understood: business, business.

      Forgotten. Blocked two times.

      Don’t joke with her brother!

      «I’m in love» is not your phrase,

      «Can not be!» – should come off.

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      I expect a letter of recognition from you

      But you are silent as a punishment.

      Ride yourself on the road

      And I write poetry in the porches.

      Cold, dark and damp

      Witnesses of sorrow

      I go to one of them

      And I don’t sleep there at night.

      But not alone, the moon is with me

      And I rejoice: maybe

      And sometimes you can see it

      And you are sad too.

      ROMANTIC PC INCIDENT 5238

      I am writing you lines about nothing

      And I only expect reproaches

      But you will read it anyway

      (Yes, it happens. Like in the movies.)

      For the third year we have been in correspondence

      Spilled whiskey on Claudia yesterday

      And without noticing it right away

      I wrote this phrase:

      «I haven’t heard your laugh for a long time.»

      And on the screen: «Heh – heh – heh!»

      Then I continued typing

      But the letters had little room:

      «Ha – ha – ha – haaaaa, hee – hee – hee – hiiiiiiiii»

      And then the screw died! (from longing!!!).

      I didn’t know to cry or laugh

      I shouldn’t have fallen in love with you

      And let them spill on the clave of those

      Who doesn’t like your laugh.

      HAUS AM SEE

      do you like flowers

      what else, tell me?

      like dew drops

      laugh and come in

      how to surprise me with you?

      I write poems. you know.

      I started looking for you

      when I studied at the Bursa

      you will be surprised: «in the bursa?»

      well, yes, in a theological school

      «Look for me? why?»

      Do not know. sea! sea!

      we will go out to the terrace

      and as the mentor taught us

      for level two

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