Jacek Kaczmarski - Romans historiozoficzno - erotyczny o princessie Doni i parobku Ditku ze wstawką etnograficzną

Princessa Donia, blood as blue as blue itself
What on the domes of the church as a background for golden stars,
Since she was a child, she had the whole world within her reach
And foreign preceptors are also just right.
Her daddy went on secret missions to Paris
From where he sent her gloves and perfumes,
With which he did not insult his fidelity to Mother Russia,
Because, like Leo Tolstoy, he loved the common people.
Parisian satin gleamed wonderfully on his slender hands
When she painted idyllic meadows with watercolor
Princessa Donia.

Ditko farmhand (suspicious origin -
At least provincial pop claimed so)
He was driving geese to pasture in the morning of God
And he did not wash, because the peasant was straight from him.
He could not write or read, and why,
It didn't bother anyone or him
And only by smashing bedbugs with my fingernails at night
From memory he used to hum to sleep.
He sang like that, chased bedbugs, smelled bad
He stared into the clouds and chased geese with a switch
Ditko farmhand.

How they met - the boor and the flower of the aristocracy -
This is one of those never resolved matters.
Probably the prince was on a delegation again,
And the daughter, with a brush in her hand, flourished among the grasses.
Ditko approached to see her picture
(She felt first, before she noticed against the background of the fields)
And with a shapely nose she restrained her disgust -
After all, daddy told her to love the earth's salt.
The unfortunate one was embarrassed because he didn't think too fast,
So he sang to her as he could with a slight hoarseness
Ditko farmhand:

"She ordered the mats menu
We are boys with hooligans
Make some noise, Doniu
I tobi ne boroniu
And I was kicking around
Like a fish on the Danube
Like a fish with hooks
I'm a boy with a boy "

Let the wooded grasses ripple over the effect of the song,
Among which flashes without a glove - a hand.
Enough that it was carried away with the wind for a long time
Parisian perfume and rubachy Ditka fragrance.
Do not condemn too rash Doni,
It is from foreign teachings that all evil has resulted!
None of the Western sages made her realize
That the name Ditko means Devil - just that!
She did not regret this ignorance - just irony!
Breathing in Ditki as pungent as ammonia
Diablessa Donia ...

When the mesalliance became apparent
And Ditko has disappeared - it's a devilish trade after all -
His Excellency took his daughter to Paris
Where he left her with her sin and in tears.
It soon blossomed over the Seine like a peony,
Singing in cabarets, sipping cognac
Disgraced Donia ...

"She ordered the mats menu
We are boys with hooligans
Make some noise, Doniu
I tobi ne boroniu
And I was kicking around
Like a fish on the Danube
Like a fish with hooks
I'm a boy with a boy "

Until the time of blue blood freeloaders has passed
And a completely different song fluttered over the steppe,
In the blizzard of history, daddy Doni disappeared without a trace,
Because those who had red blood came.
They came to put an end to prejudices and divisions,
Paris fragrances, watercolors, etc ...
Apparently what happened must have happened
Everyone knows what happened.
With a glove hidden at the belt with cartridges
He went against churches, misalliances and monuments
Commissioner Ditko.

The rivers changed their course and the steppes became deserted,
Dust strewn a millionth footprints,
It was becoming a disgrace which was the source of glory
And those in the lead - they suddenly fell backwards.
And in "Moulin Rouge" Princessa Donia still sang
That he would have enough to suck Ditka's son oysters;
On lonely nights, she thought with her face in her hands
What could the Red Mill do with her devil ...
And suddenly he appeared - as he suddenly disappeared once
Sterany fiend - with a silver thread on her cheek,
And with her he sang - as he could - with a slight hoarse voice

Ditko emigrant ...
"She ordered the mats menu
We are boys with hooligans
Make some noise, Doniu
I tobi ne boroniu
And I was kicking around
Like a fish on the Danube
Like a fish with hooks
I'm a boy with a boy "