| Vladimir Vladimirovich 20050331-1 (A poem) |
[Apr. 1st, 2005|12:01 am] |
Russian original by Maxim Kononenko (c) http://vladimir.vladimirovich.ru
One day Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin was sitting on a park bench near Kremlin building fourteen and writing a spring poem.
"The snow falls like crazy," wrote Vladimir Vladimirovich on his official notepad, "My Kremlin staff is lazy... no, this doesn’t sound right."
Vladimir Vladimirovich looked to his right – the Spas tower, looked to his left – the Ivan The Terrible Tower, then again immersed himself into the poem.
"The sun gets out from the clouds," wrote Vladimir Vladimirovich, "A coup d’etat from snow sprouts... Why coup d'etat, all of a sudden? God forbid..."
Vladimir Vladimirovich sighed, reached into the pocket of his presidential coat, pulled out a portable government communication device with a double-headed eagle for a keypad, and pressed its only button to call Vladislav Yurievich Surkov, Deputy Chief of Staff, Administration.
"Listen Brotha," said Vladimir Vladimirovich, "Do tell me, my fellow poet, what can a poem be about?"
"A poem," said Vladislav Yurievich, surprised, "I can write it for you, if it's necessary."
"I want to do it myself," said Vladimir Vladimirovich. "It's spring, you know..."
"A poem..." said Vladislav Yurievich thoughtfully. "Well, the most popular topic right now is slipping back into dictatorship and Putin's bloodthirsty rule."
"Wow!" said Vladimir Vladimirovich surprised, "Putin's bloodthirsty rule. How wonderful, never heard of it... all right then, let's take the bloodthirsty rule. Now, we would need rhymes for the word rule. Like ... cruel."
"Drool," helped Vladislav Yurievich.
"Parochial school," Vladimir Vladimirovich offered in turn.
"Pope's jewel," said Vladislav Yurievich.
"Istanbul," continued Vladimir Vladimirovich.
"George Boole," remembered Vladislav Yurievich.
"Flying Shmuel," said Vladimir Vladimirovich.
"Super cool," replied Vladislav Yurievich.
"April fool," wrote down Vladimir Vladimirovich. I think we’ve got enough here. It can get really creative now... I'll call you back."
And Vladimir Vladimirovich disconnected. |
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