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While there are endless disputes over our Kuril Islands, which the Japanese for some reason call their northern territories, Russia and Japan are in a state of unfinished war. In any case, the peace agreement remains...
While there are endless disputes over our Kuril Islands, which the Japanese for some reason call their northern territories, Russia and Japan are in a state of unfinished war. In any case, the peace agreement remains unsigned.
And war, as you know, creates all the conditions for the closest communication between the peoples participating in it. So we assimilate each other's culture - it doesn't happen more actively. The Japanese (see the material by L. Malyukova) are hyping our beloved national hero Cheburashka with might and main, and we don’t have enough of our own sushi (1/7), so now give Japanese sushi as well.
Moreover, in Siberia, near Krasnoyarsk, the first Japanese poet appeared, writing his haiku and haiku in the powerful and free Russian language. The poet's surname, however, is Chinese - Le Vchen Co. But after all, with national self-determination, it is not blood that is more important, but cultural roots. At Le Vchen Co, they obviously feed on the juices of the Land of the Rising Sun. So he called his book, published in Krasnoyarsk, "Felt boots of the samurai."
We bring to your attention the most perfect, in our opinion, haiku and haiku from this first Japanese book written in Russian.
Le Vchen Co.
VALENKI SAMURAI
Snowflakes fall on the forehead
And they melt, screeching,
Unable to bear
the tension of my thought.
The rider is lonely
Jumping across the fields.
What kind of adventure is he looking for?
On your ass
What about the saddle now
beating rhythmically...
Above is the endless sky
Below is the expanse of the earth
immense…
How can you not drink here!
The fight stopped.
The mighty froze for a moment
men -
Wedge crane over
village.
Suddenly noticed
what I hold in my hand
Piece of shit...
Where did you get it? Where do I carry?
Who can
answer!
Forty degrees below zero
Forty meters to the toilet ...
We are strong
Siberian people.
Terrible cry passing
into an endless cry,
bottle
hidden wife found.
How much worldly
wisdom
In stories
Old kamikaze!
Calm until the morning
My main
instinct -
Sala midnight reception
I'm finishing.
Cold October
at night
Me the cruiser "Aurora"
dreamed.
Sailors with bayonets
bristling
They knocked on my mansion...
And in reality I have
Not a dick even
no account.
I am not afraid of you,
legendary cruiser!
Dream who needs it, bitch.