"I am writing poetry for the people ..."

Walking around Yekaterinburg, we went to a large bookstore. By tradition, he asked the consultant to show the books of local authors. The first was a collection of poems under the name "I want to say" the young Yekaterinburg poetess Julia Menskna.

While the consultant was looking for other books, opened at random and began to read. And immediately laughed. Yes, so loudly that I had to apologize. But when he began to read further, he could not help laughing again.

Five years ago, 300 copies of 300 copies, a 170-page book in a soft cover turned out to be a real masterpiece of graphomaniac creativity!

I am writing poetry for the people
In his soul to bring light
And give more oxygen,
So that he can easier to carry a cross ...

Having turned the pages, he began to read another poem and realized that I would not part with the book of Yulia Mankuna. Having paid, he asked the cashier (again, according to tradition), put the store stamp on the title page. Continuing a walk in Yekaterinburg, he chose and read his wife the most masterpiece stanzas to laugh together.

I will give myself to the people
I put my head on the rails
And I will not betray anyone -
I will be devoted to all, honestly!

I do not recognize dislike
When it hurts another,
But you just frown
And you clap enough the door ...

A significant part of the work of Julia Mensitna is based on the Orthodox faith. Poems with the mention of God were delicately missed. As for the love lyrics of the 23-year-old (at the time of the publication of the book) of the poetess, it turned out to be not very interesting, instructive and moderation poems-boring.

But where Julia Moneyzhkin took to write about people with a difficult fate, juicy images and original metaphors arose. As, for example, in a poem called "flint".

Throughout his life, fate broke him,
He managed to visit everywhere,
But the stronger fate threw it,
That is easier for him to remember.

He hardened: he became like flint.
Immunity was born in it,
For everything, we know, the will of God,
And he has a brass knuckle for everything.

His fate was filthy,
He is the life of an eternal stripper,
His fate was so exposed
That it is difficult to withstand shame.

He learned to give back
He learned to crush the scum
But life gave birth to tests
And dipped him in the mud.

Yes, it's hard! And it is not impossible
At first glance, tolerate him
But you want to live - be patient, since it is difficult,
If you do not want - you go into the kennel!

And there are no insults for him
More than getting a spit
From the life of that, his cheap
And get a kick under the ass.

Yes, he did not live, but tried
I tried to protect my ass,
Although the whole ass was already in burns,
And he sharpened the sword humbly.

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