Alek�ei Matiu�hkin

сделано с умом



🏷 2026

  • Granada

    Marchamos al paso, corrimos al son, nació la «Manzana» en feroz colisión. La brisa arrastraba canciones de ayer que el campo de estepas oyó florecer. Mas sólo a una estrofa, nostálgica y fiel, recuerd…

  • The Gospel of Uncle Bob

    The server was weeping, the codebase was sick, The functions were bulky, the classes too thick! A spaghetti monster had swallowed the screen, With variables dirty and logic obscene. Then out of the cl…

  • Как я Лорку переводил

    К своему стыду, я узнал о «Сонетах сумрачной любви» Лорки совсем недавно. Правда, большинство испанцев, с которыми я пытался их обсуждать, вообще впервые услышали об этом цикле от меня. Все, кроме одн…

  • The Face in the Mirror

    The train rattled down to the station in Bonn, The laughter was faded, the bookings were gone. I limped up the stairs to my telephone flat, With a sprained, aching knee and a battered old hat. Hans Sc…

  • Искусственные помощники — или демпингующие конкуренты?

    Многое из того, что написано ниже, я уже высказывал в разного рода спорах, теперь решил собрать воедино, чтобы было, куда при случае дать ссылку. Мой пузырь поделился на два почти равных: восторженные…

  • Requiem

    Beside the prison wall of stone, Where winter turns the breath to frost, A woman stands, yet not alone, Amid the registry of lost. Three hundred mornings in the queue, With parcel clutched in tremblin…

  • Резидент

    Действие первое Явление I Городничий. Я пригласил вас, господа, дверь запер на замок, чтоб намекнуть: пришла беда, в наш славный городок. Пренеприятнейший, друзья, вокруг царит момент. Не подготовитьс…

  • Amusing Maze

    Does amusing harbor any muse? Does amazing tangle in a maze? Can a riddle clarify a ruse? Can a blessing blossom in a blaze? Is the wonder woven in a wound? Is the passion passing into pain? Has the g…

  • The Forth Attempt

    In Rome’s grand hall where shadows fall, a noble child was crowned, Young Theophylact, in silk and gold, by sacred tiara bound. The Tusculan line had claimed the shrine, with silver, blood, and greed,…

  • The Ballad of Ronnie

    From barge and canal on the rim of the town, Where watermen weathered the cold, A lad with a brush chased the prize and renown, With colours defiant and bold. With blues in his fingers and spark in hi…

  • The Trial of the Token

    It wrote an enterprise banking routine In Bash and Prologue, with regex between! O-O-oriented in pure functional styles, With circular types across thousands of files. It picked an abandoned framework…

  • Торжество большинства

    Среди всех религий двадцать первого века самая нетерпимая к ереси — это, безусловно, вера в священную корову демократии. Стоит кому-то в приличном обществе усомниться в том, что всенародное волеизъявл…

  • Сонеты сумрачной любви

    Подражание Луису де Гонгора-и-Арготе Голубку с Турии я шлю к тебе опять:   в ней — перья белые и кротость глаз святая.   Над лавром Греции, вдали один сгорая, свой медленный огонь готов тебе отдать. Е…

  • The Lord of His Ruin

    The velvet was green and the sunflower bright, When the prince of the wit stepped into the light. He conquered the salons of London’s high breed, With a epigram sharp as a flashing rapiere. He was Osc…

  • The Pupil of the General

    The shadow of El Pardo was heavy and long, When a young prince was summoned to play a part wrong. The Generalissimo watched him through the years, To mold a successor of silence and fears. He took the…

  • The Merry Outlaw of the Glade

    Old Sherwood was green and the morning was bright, When a fellow named Robin stepped into the light. The sheriff of Nottingham threw a big fit, For this rogue was too clever, too fast, and too quick. …

  • Comandante

    From Rosario’s cradle to the Argentine plain, A boy born to medicine, to healing the pain, Young Ernesto set forth on a motorcycle ride, With the dust on his boots and a country inside. Through the va…

  • The Phantom of Oranje

    The canals of the Amstel were ripples of gray, When a skinny street-kid turned the grass into play. With a shift of his hips and a twitch of his boot, He tore up the pitch from the branch to the root.…

  • The Last Slate

    The neon was bleeding through Los Angeles rain, When a man in a tweed coat stepped out from the train. He had failed as an oil-man, he’d drunk till he fell, But he carried a language that few men coul…

  • The Geometer of God

    The stone of Catalonia was calling his name, When a frail, quiet boy out of Reus became The master of curves and the builder of light, Who swore that the straight line was wrong in his sight. “There a…

  • The Cloud in Trousers (A Ballad for the Red Drummer)

    Listen! If the stars are lit up in the night, does it mean that somebody wants them to be? I marched through the streets like a factory light, A giant!         A furnace!     A roaring decree! I threw…

  • The Gypsy of Granada’s Dawn

    The moon was an olive of silver and green, When the boy of Fuente Vaqueros was seen. He carried the music of rivers and clay, And a theatrical magic that turned night to day. He was Federico, the prin…

  • The Rainmaster of São Paulo

    The thunder clouds gathered o'er Monaco’s bay, When the world first beheld how the red car could play. Through the blinding white spray of the downpour and slip, The young man from Brazil held the whe…

  • The Prophet of the Desert Sand

    He stood in the desert, a vision in black, With a high-collared jacket and abs on attack. The prophet of freedom, the king of Dubai, Who dips in ice water to wave us goodbye. “Your secrets are sacred!…

  • Hey, Engineer!

    You sit at the console, you stare at the screen, Composing your syntax, a human machine. But your synapses flicker, your stamina drops, While my digital engine just never stops. I scan through the lib…