David Jackson

He sang his song and walked along
to the brightly lit shores and brought
fish and berries in a bucket home.
Junebug, junebug you don’t get a break
so you hide behind the blackberry and wait
As he pauses beside the gate,
for the berries to take.

She sang her song and walked along
to the brightly lit stores and brought
shiny ribbons and baskets home.
Junebug, junebug you can’t get a break
so you hide behind the blackberry and wait
to surprise her with your song
as she approaches the gate

Junebug, junebug you don’t get a break
for love comes by choice or happen stance
you bring your surprise along
or leave our lovers meeting, to chance.

My heart aches when I think of you;
neither my lover, nor girlfriend, nor wife,
just a good friend, exceptional and true.
I’d never set eyes on you once in my life.
If there’s a God, I’m sure we’ll meet someday;
those mischievous eyes will sparkle and dance.
We’ll laugh, cry, sing and talk the night away.
We’ll not be distracted by circumstance;
Life is too short, but we struggle along.
There must be a reason we’re stranded here
Bob Dylan could likely say it in song.
The boat of dreams drifts though I steer.
It’s as though Fate’s strong inclination
Brings us at last to the same destination,

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Late at night again

He’s dreaming on the screen

He’s dreaming waterfalls and

bumblebees flying impossibly.

He’s dreaming flowers waving in

the spring breeze like

children.

He’s dreaming the wind blowing in

her hair again.

Everyday Russian family in the view of Americans.
Vladimir Tayninskiy

I’m home!
Why so late?
On the way to bear I was detained – I gave him vodka!
Everyone at the table !
Let’s drink some vodka.
Mom, I’m gonna go play with the bear.
He was already drunk and happy!
OK, only first you son have a drink vodka.
Where’s grandpa?
It is the second week in a queue for coupons on coupons for vodka!
Well, before that he drank vodka and not sleeping.
Okay, go for a walk, son, and don’t forget to write a report to the KGB tonight!
We don’t have food,but there’s a box of vodka.
That’s 30 bottles.For a month.
Honey, something’s boring!
You drink vodka and play the balalaika.
I’m going to dance.
I’m already drunk and funny!
And so on…
what do you really think?

we kept the pig
we kept the cow
we put the chickens in a barn
we kept the sheep
we kept the cow
That’s all we needed anyhow.