Abramovich

I will never stop admiring Putin:
How he imbued those around him with fear!
To the main oligarch, modest Roman,
There is absolutely nowhere to spend capital.

Before, he and Berezoya spent money
on the hunt,
Nowadays, unwanted in the royal
home,
Equidistant to Chukotka itself,
There is nothing to throw away a million for him.

Neither to the factory nor to the mines does he make money
won't invest
The defense industry has been captured, aluminum has been taken...
He would buy the St. Petersburg team,
Maybe, -
But they are already shaking their fingers at YUKOS...

These days, business
obvious taste of gruel,
But there was - under Yeltsin -
taste of blancmange...
Oligarchs like to buy teams
But there’s nothing left to play in teams.

It's hard for a rich person to live without outbid,
Everything that is then watered
spend on bullshit...
Maybe I should buy
our business group -
But there are no groups anymore, except “Tatu”.

All the roads to the young fellow were blocked, devils.
I got through to London: “Borya, give me some advice!”
He responded: “Arkadyevich!
There is a Chelsea team.
I would have taken it the same way myself,
Yes, there is no resource.”

Abramovich winces as if in pain:
“What did you invent, Borya? Nevermind!
We are not trained to understand football,
We, in Russian business, -
more shooting!”

Borya answered him: “Our gloss has worn off,
All we have left is games on the grass...
So imagine what you bought
government,
Or, say, a faction, or NTV!

How long can you suffer in the cockroach run?
Give up your ambitions, pour some porter!
Just call the captain Kasyanov,
Or even Putin - it will be more fun!”

How much joy there was in their treasury!
Celebration for London's fat tycoons:
Abramovich played for the Chelsea team
The authorities paid more than ever!

And now, having played politics to my heart's content,
Having had enough of business, tired of labor,
Easily chases them across a large field,
Whispering to himself: “This is the White House!”
Dmitry Bykov.