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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

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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.

ACCESS WITHOUT WI-FI

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 corresp