My dear Vanya! Along Paris now I stroll. Of what Iíve heard and seen I jot the whole. And afterwards I note impressions in the tablet. When I become old, Iíll publish pamphlet About that, that here, Vanya, in this Paris We are as needed as in bath pair of pliers. Here of a second generation are all emigrants. Because of them are misconceptions and bewilderments. They muddle everything, confuse all names and titles all. And you not Vanya but Van-y-a would be called. Upon the whole, Vanya, in this Paris they require us As in the Russian bath they need a pair of skis. I have begun the flirt tricks with a mademoiselle. My friends are now Pier, Michael and Jan. Already spat I from the tower of Eiphell At heads of the light-hearted Parisians. About that, that here, Vanya, in this Paris We are as needed as in bath pair of pliers. It seems that from afar our penetration Is visible exceptionally strong. In Paris municipal relief station There are inscriptions of the Russian tongue. Upon the whole, Vanya, in this Paris they require us As in the Russian bath they need a pair of skis.
© Eugeny Koshelev. Translation, 2015