Ya adnazhdy gulyal pa stalitsye - i dvukh prakhozhikh sluchayna zashib - i, papavshi za eto v militsiyu, ya uvidel yeyo - i pagib.
Ya nye znayu, shto tam ana dyelala - vidna, pasport prishla paluchat - maladaya, krasivaya, byelaya... i ryeshil ya yeyo razyskat.
Shyol za nyey - i zapomnil paradnoye. shto skazat yey? - vyed ya'zh - khuligan... vypil ya - pazval nyenaglyadnuyu v privakzalny adin ryestaran.
Nu a yey ulybalis prokhozhiye - mnye khot prosto krichi "kara'ul!" - adnamu chyelovyeku pa rozhye ya dal za to, shto on yey padmargnul.
Ya ikroyu yey bulki namazyval, dyengi pryamo ryekoyu tyekli - ya'zh takiye yey pyesni zakazyval! a v kantsye zakazal - "zhuravli".
Abeshanya ya yey da utra daval, pavtaryal shto-to vnov yey i vnov: "ya'zh pyat nyey nikavo nye abkradyval, maya s pyervava vzglyada lyubof!"
Gavaril ya, shto zhizn patyeryena, ya smarkalsa i plakal v kashnye - a ana mnye skazala: "ya vyeryu vam - i atdamsa pa skhodnoy tsenye".
Ya udaril yeyo, ptitsu byeluyu - zakipyela garyachaya krof: ponyel ya, shto v militsii dyelala maya s pyervava vzglyada lyubof...
AN URBAN ROMANCE
I once strolled around in the capital - and picked the pockets of two passers-by - ending up in the police station for this, I saw her - and perished.
I don't know what she was doing there - obviously, she came to recieve a passport (ID, really, not the kind ment for travelling abroad)- young, pretty and fair... I decided to seek her out.
I followed her - and commited to memory the entrance way. What can I say to her? - after all, I'm just a hooligan... I got drunk and invited my beloved to a certain restaraunt not far from the train station.
Well, the passers-by smiled at her - I felt like shouting "guards!" - I hit one man across his ugly mug for winking at her.
I put caviar on her bread, the money flowed like water - I also requested such songs for her! I even requested they play "The Cranes".
I made promise after promise to her, repeated again and again to her: "five days I haven't robbed a soul, my love at first sight!"
I told her that life isn't worth living without her, I blew my nose and wept into my scarf - she told me: I believe you- you can have me for the going rate".
I struck her, the white bird- my blood boiled over: I understood, what she was doing at the station my love at first sight....