Under the moonlight in the park

The stars shined like sparks.

A young couple walked,

You could hear them talk.

He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,

She was like a thin fragile stalk.

All the time the guy talked.

For a bet he crossed the bay

And it was on a stormy day.

He fought with the devils stream,

He heard the petrels scream.

How brave you are- she said,

If it were me I would be dead

For any money I wouldn’t cross that bay

I am a terrible coward – she wanted to say.

But he interrupted her, kissed and said:

You are my dearest sparrow-coward.

The stars were shining like silver nails

Ready to tell them fairy tales.

But all of a sudden as from the ground

Two strange figures of men appeared

No one else was around and…

The young man felt as if he was bound.

One eared stranger slowly neared.

You, chicks! Money , earrings, watches…Quick!

And the other one showed a knife saying:

Money or your young life?

The lad quickly took off his watch

And felt something wet in his crotch.

But it was not the same with the lass

She was outraged by this sass.

She stepped ahead and loudly said:

Damn fascist you are!

You are an enemy without breast,

You are looking for an arrest.

I don’t care about your knife

You dirty scoundrel! I will strive for life!

If I die you’ll be sentenced to death

If I stay alive you won’t go too far,

You’ll be found even in a jar.

She looked straight into his eyes

And the man felt that she didn’t say lies.

He was embarrassed and said to the second one:

To hell with them! It looks as if she is a bomb.

Two  figures disappeared round the corner,

Both of them looking like mourners.

 

Under the moonlight in the park

The stars now were dark.

A young couple walked,

You couldn’t hear them talk.

He was a guy with a sportsman's  figure,

She was like a thin fragile stalk.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 8^th of March, 2012