I wanted to go to Ukraine to fight bears
- By Fanrenusov
Here he went again
always full of confidence.
No matter what he said,
it's always like that.
I listened for a while
but didn't want to listen to him anymore.
He had nothing else to offer besides more confidence
It was better to look at the girl who beat the drum for him
She had adoring eyes, always fixated on him
She nodded approvingly whenever he spoke
And occasionally she would affectionately call out his name
and complimented him, saying:
good, very good, great, ...
All the adjectives meaning good
and all the praises laced with gentleness
could come out naturally between her two cherry-shaped lips
I couldn't help but to develop goosebumps when watching the two
And still
I would suddenly envy him.
I wish I could have had the same literary talent
as well as that much confidence.
I also had no ancestors that I could be boastful of.
The kind of ancestors whose names were engraved on marbles
She was such a sweet girl
But I had nothing to hold her with
i was depressed.
I walked away silently.
While walking,
I saw another girl
standing in a house
facing out the window.
She was talking to someone.
I looked around myself,
and saw noone else.
It was only me.
Suddenly, I was happy
I thought she was talking to me
I stopped.
But she didn't even look at me.
She had a gentle gaze, looking infatuously at the scarecrow nearby
A scarecrow with no literary talent,
no confidence,
not even life.
I let out a long sigh,
and lamented sympathy toward myself.
I felt inferior to not only the genius guy,
but also the lifeless scarecrow.
I walked on silently
along the old street that the ancient Roman poet
wanted to give to his lover.
All of a sudden I felt like it was meaningless to live like that.
I wanted to go to ukraine.
I wanted to go to Kyiv to figt Russian invaders on the streets.
I wanted to become a hero.
If I would fall,
I would do with a long beard.
I would do with my name tatooed on my chest.
When i would fall,
I would leave my surname behind,
so people could engrave it on a marble plaque.
So proud would one day my grandchildren be of me.
that they would use my name as the capital to find girlfriends.
So they wouldn't be like me
who had never managed to draw the attentions of beautiful, passionate girls