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Poems from a Stool · 2026 · Cockroaches

Cockroaches Valeria and Sergei

Oh come on, understand, I just don't believe! — says Valeria the cockroach. — Believe in what? In cockroachkind? In God? — Seryoga the cockroach replies. — In fair distribution! — Valeria cut Sergei off. To each according to their faith… In some other world everyone will get a brand-new flat, where there'll be no people and no ageing… Suddenly Valeria the cockroach went quiet and, picturing how the kids once again are crying loudly and all want grub, and how people are bringing deliverance… Valeria the cockroach fell silent. — I see you've chosen yourself a God, — Seryoga the cockroach rubs his whiskers. Next to God, the quality of life grows and so does the quantity of cockroachkind.
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Russian