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E Larionova	A
E Larionova Brunette A colonel's	B
and a typist's daughter Looked	C
at you like someone studying a clockface	B
She tried to help her fellow mortals	B
One day when we were lying side by side	D
upon the beach crumbling some chocolate	E
she said looking straight ahead out	F
to where the yachts held to their course	B
that if I wanted to I could	G
She loved to kiss Her mouth	H
reminded me of the caves of Kars	B
But I wasn't scared off	A
I hold	I
this memory dear like a trophy won	J
on some unintelligible battle	K
front from enemies unknown	L
That lover of plump women that lurking tom	M
D Kulikov then hove in sight	N
he married her did Dima Kulikov	A
She joined a women's choir	O
while he toils in a classified establishment	P
a great bony engineer	Q
But I can still recall the long corridor	O
and my struggle with her on the chest of drawers	B
Dima at the time was an ugly little pioneer	Q
Where did it all go Where's the reference point	R
And how can one today hope to discover	O
that which has transfigured all these lives	B
A strange world lurked behind her eyes	B
she could not understand herself Or rather	O
she did not understand it even as a wife	A
Kulikov is living I am living She is living	S
But what happened to that world	T
Perhaps it is keeping them awake	U
I keep mumbling my words	B
Snatches of a waltz come to me through the wall	V
And the rain rustles on broken bricks	B
Oleg Poddobry	O
Oleg Poddobry His father was	B
a fencing coach He was familiar with	W
it all thrust parry lunge	X
No ladies' man nevertheless	B
he used to score as sometimes happens	B
in the world of sports from offside	T
That was at night His mother was sick	Y
his little brother wailing in the crib	Z
Oleg picked up an axe and when	A2
his father entered battle began	B2
But the neighbours arrived in the nick	Y
and four of them got the better of the son	J
I remember his face his hands	B
next the foil with a wooden grip	C2
Sometimes we practised fencing in the kitchen	J
He got hold of a ring with a whopping stone	L
used to splash around in out communal bath	D2
He and I left school together then	A2
he joined a cookery class while I	E2
worked as a milling operator in the Arsenal	K
He baked pancakes in the Taurid Gardens	B
We had a good time carting firewood	T
on New Year's Eve sold fir trees at the station	J
Unfortunately in association	J
with some low character	O
he did a shop he got three years for that	T
He warmed his ration up over the bonfire	O
Was released Survived some heavy drinking	S
Did factory construction work	F2
Got married to a nurse it seems	B
Began to paint Wanted apparently	G2
to take up art His landscapes were	O
in places not unlike	H2
still lifes Then he got pinched	T
for playing tricks with medical certificates	B
Now all there is is silence	B
I haven't seen him now for years	B
Was inside myself but didn't run into him	I2
Now I am free But even out of gaol	G2
I never see him	I2
Somewhere	O
he is surely strolling through the woods breathing in	J2
the wind Neither kitchen gaol nor college could	T
absorb him And he vanished Like Jack Frost	T
he managed to disguise himself	A
I hope he is alive and safe	A
Now he excites my interest	T
like the other characters from out of childhood	T
But he is more unreachable than they	K2
T Zimina	J2
T Zimina a delightful child	T
Her mother was an engineer her dad	T
a tally clerk I never knew them	L2
She was not easily impressed Although	M2
a frontier pilot married her	O
But that was later Her trouble	G2
started earlier than that She had	T
a relative A district committee man	J2
With a car Her folks were separated	T
Evidently they had problems of their own	J2
A car was quite unheard of	A
Well it all began with that	T
She was upset But later things	B
seemed to be improving as it were	O
A gloomy Georgian came on the scene	J2
But suddenly he landed up in prison	J2
And then she gave herself	A
to the counter in a large haberdashery	G2
Linen fabrics eau de Cologne	J2
She loved the whole atmosphere	O
the confidences and her friends' admirers	B
Passers by goggling through the window	M2
In the distance the officers' Club And officers	B
flocking like birds with a mass of buttons	B
The pilot returning from the skies	B
congratulated her on her good looks	B
He gave her a champagne salute	T
Marriage However in the Air Force	B
a high value is placed on chastity it	T
is raised to the level of an absolute	T
And it was this scholasticism that	T
accounted for her almost drowning	S
She had already found a bridge but winter'd come	N2
The canal was covered with an icy crust	T
And again she hurried to her counter	O
A fringe edged her eyelashes	B
Onto her ashy hair the neon	J2
lights poured their radiance	B
Spring and by the doors flung wide	T
the current of customers seethes	B
She stands and gazes from the piles of linen	J2
into the murky channel like a Lorelei	G2
Yu Sandul	G2
Yu Sandul Sweet tempered as a polecat	T
With a face that sharpened towards the nose	B
Informed on people Always wore a collar	O
Went into raptures over caps with peaks	B
Made speeches in the lavatory about	T
whether the badge should be pinned on the jacket	T
Pinned it on Generally enthused	T
over all kinds of emblems and insignia	J2
Loved ranks and titles to distraction	J2
Styled himself PT Instructor'	O
though was as old as Jacob to look at	T
Considered furunculosis as his scourge	O2
Was susceptible to colds	B
stayed at home in bad weather	O
Mugged up his Bradis tables Was bored	T
Knew chemistry and yearned for the institute	T
But landed in the infantry after school	G2
those secret underground forces	B
Now he is drilling holes It's said	T
in the Diesel works That may not be so accurate	T
But perhaps accuracy is irrelevant here	O
Of course it's a speciality a status	B
What's important is he's doing a correspondence course	B
At this point we will lift the curtain's edge	P2
At dusk besides absorbing Marx he leafs	B
through The Strength of Materials Such books	B
incidentally give off	A
a special scent at night	T
Doesn't consider himself to be	G2
a simple worker In fact looks to the next class	B
At dusk he strives for new	J2
horizons Metal's resistance	B
is pleasanter in theory He is bursting	S
to be an engineer to get at blueprints	B
And come what may he will be one	J2
Like this the amount of labour	O
surplus value progress	B
And all this scholasticism about the market	T
He makes his way through dense thickets	B
Would like to marry But hasn't the time	Q2
And he prefers parries casual	G2
relationships addresses	B
Our future smiling engineer'	O
He remembers the sombre mass	B
and gazes past the girls out of the window	M2
He is lonely in his own manner	O
He is a traitor to his class	B
Perhaps I am overdoing it But	T
the utilization of a class for hire	O
is more dangerous than the perfidy of men	J2
Youth is sinful Blood is hot ' he says	B
I even remember that plain speaking poster	O
that dealt with casual relationships	B
But there is no clinic and no doctor	O
to guard you against these d class ones to	J2
protect you from the inflammation	J2
And if the age we live in is no wife to us	B
then it's so as not to pass on the infection	J2
from this generation to the next	T
That is a baton we can do without	T

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