Rural incident

In July, the heat was quite intense,

Perfect for a rural tour.

I personally polished my Mercedes,

Deciding to dash off for a day to see my kin.

The highway stretched out smooth and even,

Fir trees flashed by on either side.

The stereo played sweetly,

The capital's noise and clamor disappeared.

There was no need to hurry or speed.

Beyond the river, the sun's disc hung,

A heat haze shimmered over the road,

A tractor rattled in the undergrowth.

At the village traffic light

I calmly slowed to a stop.

Burdock grew on the slope,

An old ZIL truck lay in the ditch.

The day smiled at me with a sour cream smile.

I twirled the phone in my hand,

And suddenly, unexpectedly, out of the blue,

I got a hit in the trunk.

I darkened like a thunderstorm with thunder,

Cast a sullen, angry glance...

Swearwords rolled into a lump,

Stuck in my mouth—a prickly gag.

A delicate creature sat there,

Gripping the wheel with all its might,

Looking with a tremulous fear:

I approached, red with anger.

"Forgive me," her lips whispered,

Her mouth tightened into a little red heart—

"I mixed up the pedals again,

But, unfortunately, I'm bankrupt.

My insurance just ran out,

I don't have a penny in cash,"—

She smoothed her hair gracefully,

Wiped away a tear without haste.

"I'm guilty without objection,

Ready to atone for my fault.

In my Oka, without delay,

We should discuss the problem."

Resigned to this joyless lot,

I sat down beside her, said: "So then..."—

She had a fantastic body,

Compared to her, I was a snot-nosed kid.

The sky shone with gilding,

Bird cries were heard in the gardens.

She said: "We're even,"—

And drove off that very instant.

In the village, dogs were barking,

Hens pecked by the wattle fence,

Layabouts were scuffling in a fight,

They all had no time for me.

I stood like a post by the road,

Though the blonde's trail had gone cold.

My legs wouldn't obey, they buzzed,

Now trembling shook me, now passion tormented.

Three weeks rushed by quickly,

The fleeting image impossible to forget.

We had an original sit-down,

The outcome impossible to predict!

My Merc gathers dust at the service center,

I'm visiting the KVD. *

Well, I had to go and manage

To stage a pas de deux in an Oka!!!

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* KVD — dermatovenerologic dispensary