Optron #42 12 января 2001

Hobby - writing poetry networker based on Tolkien's works.

            And again - Tolkien!


  {} Igor Bozhenko


  Tolkien theme raised by us in the "Optocouplers"
| | 37-39, of course, is inexhaustible ... And where
else to continue it, if not in the New Year
release?

  This time the subject of our conversation
will be like, in my vzgyad, a very interesting hobby, like 
writing poetry networker based on Tolkien's works. Subscribers

ehokonferentsii ZXNET.BOOKS long been familiar with
similar products. Some of them borrowed from FIDO, part - from 
the Internet. Well, it's time to introduce them and "Brick and 
mortar" of readers. So, get acquainted! 



     About how people came to the West


  {} Yegor Trubnikov


  People came to the shining west,

  passing along the path of the East ...

  Darkness, locusts, influenza and famine

  the smell of unwashed feet,

  zero intelligence, but a lot of stones,

  teeth and a rusty stiletto,

  and they went to fourteen days,

  perhaps forty years.


  People came without any morals,

  naive, like ferrets.

  Met and selected dwarfs

  Dwarfs have their hammers.

  Gnomes partly lost their jobs,

  partly lost words

  and learned how to hold the bunkers

  based on the hollow hills.


  Where once rustled the leaves,

  where dryad greeted the dawn,

  People cut down the foliage on the wood,

  built the village council,

  invented the myth of human rights,

  powder and margarine,

  and sewage poured into the river,

  smearing the good undine.


  It was the Elves three diamonds,

  earned an honest living:

  people came, and found and stole ...

  And one broke then.

  The second was drowned in the waves

  and the third - in the search so far.

  Elves wept in the distant bushes -

  and built terror.


  Vague shadows slipped into the darkness,

  on each - a green beret.

  Elves raided the human barracks

  with the cry: "For Elbereth!"

  People who itch to survive

  stop drinking and smoking.

  They laid the real estate dwarfs

  and went to seek revenge.


  People burned wood napalm

  Choked elven children

  prisoners are nailed to palm trees

  the rubble of their own bone ...

  Orcs at the sight of such a showdown

  at once repudiated by the war,

  broke their swords, hid in caves -

  and founded Greenpeace.


  Last elves in secret deep

  built a new ark,

  took a pair of dwarves and orcs -

  and cursed the West forever.

  They sang and wept in the stifling holds,

  surrendering to the will of the waters.

  And people did not particularly think

  where "Titanic" sails.


  All terrorists pull up in Beirut,

  capturing the magic carpet.

  But in Beirut, they do not live,

  and in general no one lives.

  Because the terrorists - the victim of people

  who came from afar,

  and every visitor to the West - a villain

  blood on his hands.


  Gone are the elven moans

  time locked in a circle.

  People sit on the western slopes,

  watching with interest to the South.

  Boy! Remember my song,

  and remember it well.

  People came to the West

  and west of them is gone.



               Alternative


  {} Maria Avdonina


  In the Valley - story high-rise buildings,

  Boxes of stones and bricks.

  And beyond the river - black smoke all the same

  And the reflections of the flame at night.


  Stench kuryatsya slag mountains

  Dims the sun in smoke going up.

  Crawl from the east the clouds - and the city

  Dropping drops of black rain.


  And people do not notice

  And not wanting to think about the Enemy

  Only caring about yourself and your sorrow,

  Quietly settles shore.


  Rebuilt bridges and ferries

  Once upon a long forgotten gleam of swords.

  And into the river, starting with cold vapor

  Poured the poisoned stream.


  And on the mountain - ruined fortress.

  Remains of walls hidden in the grass

  Loophole overgrown look blindly

  And the smoke color stones in gray.


  Iron gates from their hinges shot down

  And Time did not guard the entrance -

  Why? After all, the fortress of all is forgotten

  And do not need no people, no enemies.


  In the stone nest field mice,

  On the walls in the afternoon basking snakes ...

  Who can tell who will respond - as it happened,

  That fell Tsitalel and Mordor still alive?



  Well, so you just really not felt sad, I suggest something 
more cheerful: 



     Pisnya about dashing Orc


  {} A. Allikas, E. Yakhin

We'll Pisnya zaspivaem about dashing orc
He gorilka pishov on Zavirtyachyu hill.
In nodules shmatochek fat

                  Yes Buryak with cap -
To safely without bosses

                       raspoteshit soul.

At the top of Gandalf the Grey

                   rum swallows with circles
And dreaming, as in Razdolye

                     will eat dumplings
As with Elrond zasandalyat

                   one hundred grams zdravura,
Pogutoryat as Sauron spoil the skin.

That came up big fellow,

                       and then the magician walks,
Not health, not looking orku states -
Like, "Vali-ka you here, let Manny dopyty,
But not Toby, I once vidirvu hoof! "

Orc - not timid

                      in his Orthanc,
He was with the bottle to the magician jumped

                           as tanks,
Buryakov bruise raised, stepped on his hat,
And he said most disgusting about Magowah dad.

Fyodor Sidorenko after long wondered *
(He was a dad Aragorn

                   the elves stole):
"What kind of lightning over the hill?

                   What an infinite spoils? "-
He did not know that Gandalf Orc

                         staff mercy.

... Long Gandalf bullied

                  the unfortunate orc -
So that the Nazgûl were shaking,

                      sitting behind a hill.


* Fyodor Sidorenko (Ukr) - Frodo Baggins



  Well, complete our small selection,
konesno same limericks: how the New Year
issue - and without them?



          Sredizemskie limericks


  {} O. Ledenyov, A. Lensky

There lived a gentleman in Númenor;
He cried: "I'm getting old! O woe!" -
And killed him ... And once the water
Was buried, all in Númenor.

Dragon lived in the caves of Erebor.
Suddenly he remembered that the dwarves were in distress.
But, the whole mountain pass, nobody found,
Wondered: "How empty of Erebor!

One of the old king in Edoras
For five long years spent on a mattress.
Suddenly he went into battle,
Turned out to be a hero -
And the king gave way to Edoras.

As a magician, he lived in Isengard,
Offered for the service half of Arda.
But he was angry - and kicked out the messenger:
He wanted his whole Arda.

A pair of gnomes, who loved history,
Walk ... went to Moria
Up to the western mountains
All gnomyatam since
Abolished the lessons of history.