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Poems from a Stool · 2026 · Cockroaches

Vorobyov the Cockroach

Boring right up to the brim — that's Vorobyov the cockroach. His nature is unsociable, no one quite remembers his first name. No one plays at love with him — that's how Vorobyov the cockroach lives. Those who don't know think — a vegetable, but he brings almost free help to the whiskered swarms as a med-roach on the ambulance. Many of his brothers he has saved, how many tears has Vorobyov the cockroach silently cried, seeing their wounds. Why on earth are we cockroaches here? He bore what others couldn't bear — his cockroach soul begged for strength to be able to keep on helping. But the price — to people he knows, he's a vegetable. For the living he can't find words — that's how Vorobyov the cockroach lives.
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian