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Eduard Dolgunov

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Trembling of the Soul.

Trembling of the Soul. (Personal).

Yes, I am flattered that I am compared to Kobzon,

Zhvanetsky, Pasternak could be in this list.

But I will remain simply Lebelzon,

Not a genius, to be honest, but not a fool in the mist.

I will say without false modesty, I agree,

Perhaps, like Kobzon, I am also great.

There are only two differences between us, you see,

The Hero's Star and, of course, the wig's estate.

What unites us? The conclusions here are not new,

I pondered and finally understood.

We are honorary citizens of Moldova, it's true,

I by birth, he as a singer, very good.

The wise Gaft compared the singer to a bison,

Saying, neither Kobzon, nor him can be stopped.

But he is not acquainted with Edya Lebelzon,

Now that's someone who can't be forced not to create, once propped.

Oh, I really don't need satisfactions,

I don't want to throw a glove in the face.

But on the topic of material compensations,

Here, perhaps, we could chat at our pace.

One wrote poetry, the other a maestro of the word,

Kobzon sang powerfully, exactly like a nightingale.

And where am I? Well, I stand modestly near them, absurd,

After all, by passport I am also a Jew, without fail.

About passions you are right, here I will not argue,

There are grandchildren, a vegetable garden and I catch carp, bream.

And I take care of Lena, how else to continue?

What will I eat, how will I feed? How can a genius create without Lena's borscht supreme?

All the "olim-Jewish skeletons" remained in the past,

And I don't take to the "chest", as before, anymore.

And from appetizers, for today, cutlets are unsurpassed,

And those, preferably, of course, steamed to the core.

I thought only an epigram would come out,

For my friend Fuchs, but it didn't work out brother, forgive.

Well, I lacked Huberman's talent, no doubt,

However, as always, wonderful verses came out to live.

I am finishing this opus and there's no reason for dithyrambs,

Though you are a pensioner, you are a worker and I am proud of you.

Yes, by the way, greetings to you from Edya Lebelzon, no shams,

Well, remember, you know who that is, it's true.

Take care of your wife and kids, write, dare, create,

To write like to pee, you need to daily, don't stall.

Not a day without a line, hear me, otherwise you tempt fate,

Write on a stump, and in the toilet, everywhere and all!

On this I finish (in the good sense of the word),

My friend, don't cough, don't sneeze and be always healthy,

An air kiss from Edya Lebelzon is heard,

Transmitted to you by the poet, prose writer, Fedya Dolgunov, wealthy.

As it was impossible to calm down the much-singing Kobzon

And all the admirers of his talent in Rus,

So it's impossible to stop all the patients of Edyusha Lebelzon,

And you cannot calm his passions, no matter how much you ask, it's no use.

He fishes, writes, plows in the garden,

Nurses children and grandchildren, takes care of Lena.

He observes himself and hasn't smoked for many years, asking no pardon,

Well, sometimes in a good sense (!) he takes it in the mouth's arena.

I didn't say it right, I should have said "on the chest",

But you will understand, it wasn't for nothing that for so many years

The multilingual olim herd was put to the test

Had to be straightened out like a crooked skeleton in tears.

Live and be well, healer-worker,

With his family in Europe Fedya Dolgunov.

And I from here like from the auditorium, no shirker,

Look and rejoice - what a plot is ready for love!