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Verses and prose
of Maria Karpinskaya

I became Death.

I became Death.

Now I am Death. Are you afraid of me?
Now I have become your fear.
Where does fear come from? Cain also became afraid
When killed his brother.
You are the murderers!
I tell you and I challenge you.
You killed your soul, you killed yourself,
Just like once Cain
killed all best in himself
when killed his brother.

Where am I from and why am I standing
Before each with a Measure?
Do you want to know, the wretched ones, and the orphans?
You have committed crimes
And transgressed all the laws of cosmos.
You wear painted clothes
And learn the art of being beauty.
Your prettiness - a moment,
You killed the beauty in yourself
And now I stand before you.

You lie before me
And sprawled on the bed, you groan.
In your eyes froze my horror!
Do you remember me?
After all, I was your First Love.
What have you, men, done me?
Why did you kill and change me,
Living beauty and sensitivity, tenderness,
For what you changed my trepidation?

I stand now, and in every house,
Where is a male I'm knocking.
And I don't care how old are you
and your child, since you are a man, boy or a baby,
Already standing I and waiting all of you.
And I have one Measure for everyone.

You write the books or sculpt the pots,
You harvest fields or rule the country,
For me you equal and all the same.
You each before me - no one and no name.
You are destroyed your soul,
And therefore you are already gone and only shadow has remained,
You call it mind, but that is body -
My clothes.

And I rip off your body and look at you
Without bodies, and what do I see?
The emptiness that gapes.
There are no honorary orders, no money there.
There are no talents and statues you build on Earth to yourseleves,
And there are no you at all.

You are so famous on this Earth
That your faces have become the symbols of this century,
But I look before me and I don't see your century and there is no you.
Where are your souls, what have you done with your soul?
I tear off your clothes, and you will disappear all before the measure.
I do not need you, poor in soul,
These who lost my beauty image
Wich I was born here and loved you.

Do you remember me
When I walked to you with love,
And beauty in my palms I gave to everyone,
Sun rose in your home,
When in your wide open door
Came Woman Love,
And opened you her arms.

Do you remember me, pathetic blind men?
Do you remember your beloved and dear?
Have you not looked for me for centuries?
But then I came - you killed me.
To kill you called me?
And what you got and what the killing gave you?
Prosperity, wealth, strength?
Not! You turned to hell your whole life,
Killing me, you got a sentence -
There is a word, a new name of love - DEATH.

And soon you all will come to death.
Now all together: babies, old,
Both young men and mature.
You killed love and received death.
From me you shy away and run now?
But all of you have one way - to me.
There is no other path for you.
And here on the brink of all the worlds,
You will find yourself at the same table,
In row but not in tune with me.

And what you tell me, people,
Men and babies,
Do you have something to tell me?
If not - get vanished from the face of Earth forever.
There will be nothing and nobody.
There will be no children's laughter
And crying of your women, mothers yours.

I am death, and I am already standing before you.
Can't you hear knock?
I don't knock.
I enter with no knock in any door.
In the shut doors with iron bars
I enter soundless,
And you lie before me.
How often, before to visit
you with Measure,
I send you different diseases,
So you humble,
And not stand proudly
And carelessly loll upon the velvet chairs,
But lay before me.

All because you trampled me once
And over Soul of mine
You walked with boots,
And you corrupted Beauty.

I lay before you
And let you kick me,
Trample me down
And in humiliation I fell before you.

Now you fell before me on the deathbed
And nothing rise your bones.

I am Death and I alone have Right
Pardon or Execute.
Killed love won't rise you now
You can't escape the Trial!

Sister, don't you remember me?
Why, dear?
Delight of recognizing me as sister
Have you forgotten?
Do you remember how you became my sister
And how the light of my love enlightened your whole way?

What have you done to me? Do not remember?
You robbed, betrayed me, sister!
And now your hands dry up.
Why, dear? Do you remember my beloved, my Phaeton?
You took him to yourself and turned to dust?
What for? You thought to carry him away into your hole
Like a big thing,
And took possession of him and ate the soul
My heavenly, my only.

Now I don’t care and everyone is equal.
All sisters, girls, old women
And just a child who bears woman’s name,
They will be given to the highest Measure of mine.

Author: Maria Lilith Karpinskaya.
Translated into English: Maya Nikolaeva


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