It was Sunday - that is why I abstained from pocket picking,
Like all people I must rest one day at least!
But then - bang! - a whistle blows, I am captured, someoneís shrieking:
"Heís a thief and heís a damn recidivist!"
"Easy, buddy, donít get pissed,
My nameís Luzhin, is it clear?
And whoís this recidivist -
I donít have a deuced idea!"
It was Sunday, but the cops hustled on with no repose -
They must carry out a plan for catching thieves!
If a cop on duty catches a repeater, I suppose,
A promotion and bonus he receives!
I was brought to the police,
Captain met me with a sneer:
"Welcome home, recidivist!
Sign the protocol down here!"
It was Sunday - in the park folks were strolling, dating, chatting,
In the sky the sun was careless and glad;
But for me the day was black as at the station I was sweating,
With the Captainís questions banging on my head:
"Times in jail? - the captain quizzed.
"Listen, cap, itís a delusion!" -
"But youíre a recidivist?" -
"No, comrade, I am Luzhin".
It was Sunday but for me ítwas the day of perspiration,
I was hoodwinking, confessing no crimes;
But the captain took a pen and did a thorough calculation
And he said Iíd been in prison seven times!
"Sign your name, - he clenched his fist.
Be precise, I hate confusion!"
So I signed - "Recidivist",
And then added - "Surname: Luzhin!"
It was Sunday - I was crushed, Captain being hard and pushy,
Yet thereís one thing that improves my gloomy moods -
I have made my very modest, though honest, contribution
To the seven year plan for catching hoods!