Shadows of a past

Shadows of a past are thinnest pictures and reflections in my eyes.

… are sounds of those voices, wine and leisure in surround of my friends.

When we were eighteen, seventeen and twenty one years old.

Youth, made out of a gold, a different colored gold.

I hear someone’s call to come to square,

Where palaces and gods, and angel live and live.

The rolling, it was long ago, far, there.

Where we were sitting, talking - walking sleeve.

Those ballet boys, and airplanes over sea.

The music has been hiding in my ears.

And Scotland, Wales and England; German hills.

And France, and Finland. I am European.

The shadow of a past is thinnest picture.

The shadow of a past is smiling teacher.

FISHING

Uncle told about something peaceful.

“Morning, river, friends play cards and chess”.

Why we were so stupid to believe him!

Fishing is much more than common rest.

Uncle was a captain, we were sailors.

Noone will forget that summer day,

When w got a boat, we felt a terror,

Cause the name was “Independent pale”.

- “What’s the time? “– so cheerful uncle’s question.

- “Half past five.”– replied a skeptic voice.

- “Oh, I wouldn’t like to make suggestions…

Seems to me, you dreaming of return? ”

- “No-no-no, we are quite well, let’s start it.”

And we started fight to stormy stream.

- “Hard to starboard, Heavens, hard to starboard! ”-

Was our captain’s cantus firmus theme.

Someone plunged his fingers into water,

Someone’s hope for bathing almost died.

Someone’s eyes increased to size of saucers –

He forgot his “happy meal” stockpile.

Then we landed to a little island.

Nice area of a sand and trees.

Uncle said: “let’s start on fish men fire! ”

And we put aside our bread and cheese.

Fire was all right, but we were better.

Our faces were deep red and black.

Someone told: “Complete Robinzonada.”

Someone was afraid of people’s health.

After, with Ray-Bans on stiff cold noses,

In wet Timberlands and very wet Chanel,

Standing to a knee in icy water,

We took efforts to stretch out a net.

“I’m postgraduate of Oxford.”- said one tired.

“I play piano, sing, I can not freeze”.

And all voices mixed to shameful quire,

Climax was “It’s crime against our kids! ”

Otherwise, or although, or another,

But one fish was really out of head.

Wild and free in river, all about,

Somehow – crazy fish in our net.

“Fish is crazy, it’s insane, don’t eat it.

We must care of our brains and minds.”

But the second thought was “Fish defeated! ”,

“It was river’s charity to us.”

So, the last act passed with pomp and fireworks.

Soup, entree, desert et coffee- break.

Our flag made out of uncle’s green shorts,

Everybody say that FISHING’s Great!