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HER STORY

Written by: Andrei Voznesensky | Biography
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 I started up the engine and I lingered. 
 Where should I go? The night was fine, I figured. 
 The bonnet trembled like a nervous hound. 
 I shivered. Night lit up the houses around. 
 The Balzac age, I felt its burning pain, 
 Chilled to the bone, I couldn't hold my own. 
 The age of balsam wine mixed with champaign!.. 

 So I looked up, and wound the window down. 

 They were young, two pretty-pretty fellows, 
 wearing fur coats, looking slightly careless. 
 "You're free, Miss, aren't you ? Care for delight? 
 Five hundred now. One thousand for the night". 

 I flared up. They took me for a prostitute. 
 My heart was jumping. What an attitude! 
 They want you, you're young, you're a whore! 
 Indignant, I said "Yes", instead of "No". 

 The other one, so "sweet and pure", 
 swaying his hips, looking aside, 
 said: "Have you got a friend, as rich as you are? 
 I, too, will take it. A thousand for the night". 

 The brutes! I thought I'd better vanish! 
 I stepped upon the gas and left the site. 
 My heart, however, jumped for joy and anguish! 
 "Five hundred now. One thousand for the night".

© Copyright Alec Vagapov's translation



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