Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
don't know story
Poetess : thank you for this wonderful Golden Trash Award!
Inner voice: you said the story is finished.
Didn't we celebrated with chocolate already this morning?
Poetess: yes, this what Golden Trash Award for.
For the finished story.
Now I have two awards: Golden Cabbage for unfinished story and Golden Trash for the same finished story.
Inner voce: Congratulations!
(dreamingly) I am dreaming about Golden Idiot award...
Poetess: And when I get profit from it I will have Golden Surprise Award.
Inner voice: you said the story is finished.
Didn't we celebrated with chocolate already this morning?
Poetess: yes, this what Golden Trash Award for.
For the finished story.
Now I have two awards: Golden Cabbage for unfinished story and Golden Trash for the same finished story.
Inner voce: Congratulations!
(dreamingly) I am dreaming about Golden Idiot award...
Poetess: And when I get profit from it I will have Golden Surprise Award.
Good morning
I feel great today,
Every day I feel better,
Every day I feel stronger,
I am healthy...
Calling to my grandmother...
Every day I feel better,
Every day I feel stronger,
I am healthy...
Calling to my grandmother...
don't know story
Poetess (holding Golden cabbage award (green cabbage painted in gold color).
Inner voice (whispering): it's golden.
Poetess: it was the stupidest night, and the morning was even stupider.
I was watching real crime documentaris until almost two o'clock in the morning, then I went to sleep until six o'clock in the morning and I saw a nightmare, about a minute to be exact..
Some kind of animal.
And at work people are talking about viruses and rushes, they have all of it.
Inner voice (gives a look and moves little bit away).
Grandma: garlic in the nose that's all.
Poetess: ..On my mind wasn't one kind though so far, actually quite the opposite.
I think the wild animal was a sign that I have to finish this story.
Mom : mention the cats..
Poetess: and will read my best story.
Aunt: why?
Poetess:
Some people can touch the world,
And some never will.
Inner voice: that's me.
Poetess: They were f..g all night.
Inner voice (whispering): the cats.
Poetess: a woman in her fifties with few round spots on her face doesn't look very happy.
She looks at the cats waiting for lunch and says:
One more allergy and I will throw you all outside.
The phone rings.
Yes, she says in lovely child like voice,
I am selling kittens.
Mom: tell my phone number too.
Aunt: I can tell a real nightmare.
One night I was driving a car.
Actually I thought I was sleeping, because I thought, how nice to be in the bed.
Then I woke up, I was driving...and it's night.
I parked the car, sleeping safely..
Hear police car near me, and a police officer in white tank top is almost breaking my window:
Are you blind!
I am thinking now how much money I have to pay for this damage.
For some reason I parked in his garden on top of his sleeping tant...
Grandma: when I was young, nights were nightmares, you know...you don't want to sleep..I had three soldiers who admired me very much..
Grandma Witch: those days..
I showed up home without a dress and didn't realize either and my father shaked my hand and said thank you.
Grandma: old polite generation...
Grandma Witch: now you are so busy watching what your kids and grandkids watching online,
Make sure they don't learn anything bad.
The real witch: some people watch porn and don't learn anything..
The Bad one: don't ask me for favors,
People are using me for money.
Beautiful story, probably never, asking for check, any time.
I am leaving, remember, forgiveness is the key.
(Everyone is crossing).
Inner voice: new millennium...
Knowing nothing is knowledge..
Poetess: we have to tell the truth.
Grandma Witch: what truth?
Grandma: save us at least from that.
Poetess: one woman at work, she says her husband is a genius.
And I don't even understand what he is talking about,
He was here few times.
Inner voice: we are all geniuses...
Poetess: should I ask her how?
Inner voice: who will tell you such a secret.
Poetess: have to go..
Inner voice (whispering): it's golden.
Poetess: it was the stupidest night, and the morning was even stupider.
I was watching real crime documentaris until almost two o'clock in the morning, then I went to sleep until six o'clock in the morning and I saw a nightmare, about a minute to be exact..
Some kind of animal.
And at work people are talking about viruses and rushes, they have all of it.
Inner voice (gives a look and moves little bit away).
Grandma: garlic in the nose that's all.
Poetess: ..On my mind wasn't one kind though so far, actually quite the opposite.
I think the wild animal was a sign that I have to finish this story.
Mom : mention the cats..
Poetess: and will read my best story.
Aunt: why?
Poetess:
Some people can touch the world,
And some never will.
Inner voice: that's me.
Poetess: They were f..g all night.
Inner voice (whispering): the cats.
Poetess: a woman in her fifties with few round spots on her face doesn't look very happy.
She looks at the cats waiting for lunch and says:
One more allergy and I will throw you all outside.
The phone rings.
Yes, she says in lovely child like voice,
I am selling kittens.
Mom: tell my phone number too.
Aunt: I can tell a real nightmare.
One night I was driving a car.
Actually I thought I was sleeping, because I thought, how nice to be in the bed.
Then I woke up, I was driving...and it's night.
I parked the car, sleeping safely..
Hear police car near me, and a police officer in white tank top is almost breaking my window:
Are you blind!
I am thinking now how much money I have to pay for this damage.
For some reason I parked in his garden on top of his sleeping tant...
Grandma: when I was young, nights were nightmares, you know...you don't want to sleep..I had three soldiers who admired me very much..
Grandma Witch: those days..
I showed up home without a dress and didn't realize either and my father shaked my hand and said thank you.
Grandma: old polite generation...
Grandma Witch: now you are so busy watching what your kids and grandkids watching online,
Make sure they don't learn anything bad.
The real witch: some people watch porn and don't learn anything..
The Bad one: don't ask me for favors,
People are using me for money.
Beautiful story, probably never, asking for check, any time.
I am leaving, remember, forgiveness is the key.
(Everyone is crossing).
Inner voice: new millennium...
Knowing nothing is knowledge..
Poetess: we have to tell the truth.
Grandma Witch: what truth?
Grandma: save us at least from that.
Poetess: one woman at work, she says her husband is a genius.
And I don't even understand what he is talking about,
He was here few times.
Inner voice: we are all geniuses...
Poetess: should I ask her how?
Inner voice: who will tell you such a secret.
Poetess: have to go..
don't know story
Poetess: I think may be new race is showing up "idiots".
At work .. you know who ..they making video's of how fast few people are flipping the printed papers.
Grandma Witch: let's praise ourselves first!
Inner voice: ...ten burned houses..at the middle of the day...and the old book..
(to Poetess): you are in the washroom again.. writing!
Poetess: you know what women , some, I am working with..
Inner voice: how much I understand.
Poetess: I can ask my mom to be sure about the fire.
Aunt: I was at work in another city.
Grandma: I shall excuse myself.
Grandma Witch: we shouldn't blame each other,
We did it already.
Inner voice: ..first page in the newspaper...
Aunt: I heard it was wind.
Poetess: I only saw the fire.
The real witch: men love enthusiastic hot cheeks,
Happy every morning.
Papa Witch: I had a dream how my great grandfather spit and called me idiot,
And then my mother woke me up screaming who I brought to the family.
Grandma Witch:and from that moment I started to believe in (looking up) .. and the insurance.
At work .. you know who ..they making video's of how fast few people are flipping the printed papers.
Grandma Witch: let's praise ourselves first!
Inner voice: ...ten burned houses..at the middle of the day...and the old book..
(to Poetess): you are in the washroom again.. writing!
Poetess: you know what women , some, I am working with..
Inner voice: how much I understand.
Poetess: I can ask my mom to be sure about the fire.
Aunt: I was at work in another city.
Grandma: I shall excuse myself.
Grandma Witch: we shouldn't blame each other,
We did it already.
Inner voice: ..first page in the newspaper...
Aunt: I heard it was wind.
Poetess: I only saw the fire.
The real witch: men love enthusiastic hot cheeks,
Happy every morning.
Papa Witch: I had a dream how my great grandfather spit and called me idiot,
And then my mother woke me up screaming who I brought to the family.
Grandma Witch:and from that moment I started to believe in (looking up) .. and the insurance.
don't know story
The Bad one (counting the money).
Inner voice: one more day and I will hate money forever.
Grandma Witch ( enters the room ): where is the boss?
The handsome gentleman in furry coat.
The Bad one : this is wings, but whatever. .
Inner voice ( to himself ) : I should've keep teaching dogs how to sing..
Poetess : I have been working from age of ten.
Inner voice : I served my community work already.
Poetess : we were making candies, boiling water with sugar, reading and writing, and it was smoke everywhere, then couldn't open door, the key bended in my shoe and some one had to cut the window metal bars and I got inside in the tiny space, trip to another city with lost passports was next, few things were next and my mother said that may be would be nice if we would be living in the village for entire summer.
Old women had to watch us, every evening telling all kind of stuff..
Inner voice: one more day and I will hate money forever.
Grandma Witch ( enters the room ): where is the boss?
The handsome gentleman in furry coat.
The Bad one : this is wings, but whatever. .
Inner voice ( to himself ) : I should've keep teaching dogs how to sing..
Poetess : I have been working from age of ten.
Inner voice : I served my community work already.
Poetess : we were making candies, boiling water with sugar, reading and writing, and it was smoke everywhere, then couldn't open door, the key bended in my shoe and some one had to cut the window metal bars and I got inside in the tiny space, trip to another city with lost passports was next, few things were next and my mother said that may be would be nice if we would be living in the village for entire summer.
Old women had to watch us, every evening telling all kind of stuff..
don't know story
The Bad one (counting the money): I am waiting and waiting a beautiful story about me.
Inner voice: how much money do you have?
Is it the same from yesterday by a chance.
Poetess: I am feeling s..k.
Grandma Witch: my friends!
Nice lady: witches again?
Aunt: do I look like a witch?
Well, thank you..
Grandma Witch: may be this is my last name.
The Bad one: you people like money more then I do.
What about the story?
Inner voice: we are scared.
Poetess: it was dark.
Grandma Witch: and?
Poetess: and I heard somethingwhile driving in the car, a voice.
Inner voice: I bet it was a wild animal trying to escape from the road.
Poetess (crossing): no, never.
It's not funny.
Aunt: I still think it was the radio.
Inner voice: a squirrel?
The Bad one: it wasn't me for sure.
I don't hide in the dark, you can't see anything.
Grandma Witch: it's artistic mind.
Inner voice: those artists society calls pain in the ass.
They don't go to college or university,
Mostly up to not good.
Aunt: any way, it was dark, some one said something and ?
Poetess: next time it was s cloud on the sky.
Inner voice: we like photography..
Inner voice: how much money do you have?
Is it the same from yesterday by a chance.
Poetess: I am feeling s..k.
Grandma Witch: my friends!
Nice lady: witches again?
Aunt: do I look like a witch?
Well, thank you..
Grandma Witch: may be this is my last name.
The Bad one: you people like money more then I do.
What about the story?
Inner voice: we are scared.
Poetess: it was dark.
Grandma Witch: and?
Poetess: and I heard somethingwhile driving in the car, a voice.
Inner voice: I bet it was a wild animal trying to escape from the road.
Poetess (crossing): no, never.
It's not funny.
Aunt: I still think it was the radio.
Inner voice: a squirrel?
The Bad one: it wasn't me for sure.
I don't hide in the dark, you can't see anything.
Grandma Witch: it's artistic mind.
Inner voice: those artists society calls pain in the ass.
They don't go to college or university,
Mostly up to not good.
Aunt: any way, it was dark, some one said something and ?
Poetess: next time it was s cloud on the sky.
Inner voice: we like photography..
don't know story
The Bad one (counting the money): I am waiting and waiting beautiful story about me.
Inner voice (watching every bill): one, ten, fifty five, seventy nine...
The Bad one: from the trees.
Inner voice: may I ask the address?
The Bad one: ask your boss at work.
Poetess: I can't, I can't.
Grandma Witch: one hundred fifty!
Poetess: this is the last chapter in this story.
Grandma Witch: ten hundred ...
The Bad one: no asking to say what's not true.
Inner voice (watching every bill): one, ten, fifty five, seventy nine...
The Bad one: from the trees.
Inner voice: may I ask the address?
The Bad one: ask your boss at work.
Poetess: I can't, I can't.
Grandma Witch: one hundred fifty!
Poetess: this is the last chapter in this story.
Grandma Witch: ten hundred ...
The Bad one: no asking to say what's not true.
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