***1948***Стихослагателям (To the verse-makers)***

***1948***Стихослагателям***

Псы собакам братья...

Гнус проник в покои...

Кот презрел подушку...

Уши слышат - вдую...

Сей букет словесный

Дразнит ум ревнивый...

Словеса витые

Пучат мозг, фальшивы...

***/Ереван 08.2014 г./***

***1948***To the verse-makers***(translated by AI Yandex)

Dogs are brothers to dogs...

The midge entered the chambers...

The cat despised the pillow...

The ears hear - I breathe...

This bouquet is verbal

Teasing the jealous mind...

Twisted words

They're brainwashed, fake...

***/Yerevan, 08.2014 y./***

***1948***To the Poets***(translated by AI Copilot)

Dogs are brothers to the hounds...

A gnat has entered the chambers...

The cat scorned the cushion...

Ears hear - I blow...

This bouquet of words,

Teases the jealous mind,

Twisted words (like curls)

Swell the brain - false (like a fake)...

***/Yerevan, 08.2014 y./***