ZX Pilot #13 12 августа 1997

Самиздат

COMICS - Poems: About Birds, About Penguin Pro snake.

About birds.

Over the green sea the taiga
Was flying bird flock.
Ahead rose into the sky
Electrical towers.
Between the towers and the woods
It was not enough - not enough space
And so did not know
Dangerous towers birdies ...
Wires under the current string
Stretched between the towers,
But nearly blind birds
Not beheld in danger.
Bird flew closer
And sat down to the wire ...
And at the bottom go guys
And the fries were collected ...
Wires - these were
Not under the current 220,
There stashnee napryazheneTselyh ten thousand volts!


About Penguin.

Above the gray plain of the sea
Proudly flies the fat penguin.
He himself does not remember,
He could from the ground up ...
He hovers second day
Above the plain of the ocean,
Because he does not know
How to put himself on a plane.
Fifteen times he tried,
But the belly of skidded along the ground;
Mother, flew back ...
Gulls flew past
And shouting something loudly
But I understood not a stupid penguin
None of these cries ...
He was flying, groaning and crying,
Tears stream flowed into the sea ...
But then dyhalka village
And crashed fat penguin.


Of the snake.

In the gorge dark, smelling of alcohol,
Uncle sat and drank vodka.
A number of them played uzhik,
He was cheerful, he quickly crawled ...
After drinking some vodka, a fight guys,
And all are dead, and fell to the ground,
And rolled down the gorge
And fell into a deep abyss ...
In the gorge, lying down, so long thought
On passion for vodka, the meaning of booze.
And then he crawled to the bottle full,
Took a dumb (grams that way two hundred) ...
Born to crawl can thump!
Forgetting about it, really so kicked,
What began swinging, crawling over the rocks,
Then he collapsed and began to wander ...
He remembered the bird that somehow the sky
To him fell, tend to fly.
He remembered the bird, and so he thought:
"A sober falcon could not fly it.
And I was drunk, I do not care,
And I flew high into the sky! "
Having said this, too menacing whistle
And he began, rocking, crawling toward the precipice.
Flashing eyes, he'll jump into the abyss
And the air is gently wrapped it ...
He flew for a long time, hovering above the firmament,
But it's not forever - it's fallen to the ground.
There was a roar that shook the mountains ...
Already welled up, but remained alive!
Only the body of his injury he
Yes eye uprygal very far ...
"So that's the charm be screwed into a board!" Exclaimed uzhik 
- "Falling does not hurt! When you're drunk, you all do not 
care: Not afraid to fall from a mountain high! "

Said, and died poor uzhik:
Blood loss killed him.
So drink more wine and vodka:
Drunken madness we sing a song!


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