Like to perk up and sing,
To get unnoticed, Alas!
Impossible among many a thing.
One stands in front of looking-glass,
Admiring his own reflection,
How his rooster’s comb of class,
is envied by heart-breakers’ affection.
The other one’s lurking quietly,
While surrounding the conversation,
He’s slurping his pretzel smartly,
Without anybody’s attention.
Ah, little pretzels and bagels,
Pies and home-made muffins,
Why you, Samovars-good fellows,
Forgot about your female friends? Listen to: Russian Folk Song “SAMOVAR” – Diana Fursova
They themselves are but not fools,
Breast shielding samovar-coos,
Whiff, warm up with the tea impromptu.
Here is one Vanyusha samovar,
Decorated with a rooster’s red comb,
Hisses with a smile: “SAMOVAR
IS BOILING, INVITES ALL TO COME”.
Allows Vanyusha all to come,
If one visits as an invited guest,
Help yourself with Russian tea,
Condiment sweets as zest.
“SAMOVAR IS BOILING:
DOES NOT ALLOW PEOPLE TO STAY AWAY”,
Obey to brother the Senior of the Sokolovs by name,
Since 1840 had been existed till the present day.
Village barrel Samovar of patina,
Made of brass, an antique thing,
Took a floor, speaking in Latina:
“The Sokolovs did, do and will live!”
The other Samovar steamed up,
Moved with the spout down and up:
“Why am I here in this crowd of NINE,
I am superior in education,
Need to be put in elevation.
I am a green and shining thing,
With beautiful flowery ornamentation,
My place is on the high plinth,
Worth of awe and adoration”.
“What do I hear?
I’m porcelain but never mind,
But this one without fear,
Boasting in any kind”,
Said his word brother from Peter’s city,
Chambers of Commerce.
He was, indeed, a real beauty,
With carved moulding blue-and-white,
And silver crown up to the right.
The quarrel would keep on and on,
If the Senior brother Sokolov did not interfere:
“Enough is enough! It’s time to serve
The guests with love and care”.
Listen to: Babkina- SAMOVARS-PRETZELS