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
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”,
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”,
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