KrNews #09 18 мая 1999

Самиздат

Talents - on school time.

(C) MAKS'99


          On School Time

 What does the future for us?
 Preparing a physics lesson.
 Oh no! Maybe shoot,
 Perhaps the poison to take now
 Ile escape il evaporate
 But-b is avoided.

But we will learn to cover,
And tomorrow in the battle
To mortal combat.
Not many will survive there,
Not many survive in that hour.
Farewell, my home, forgive us all!

 But we go and we will return
 We cover the glory of our class.
 That enemy is defeated, so he klyantsya,
 That will not raise malicious eyes.
 And we are with the grandeur of his broadcasts on the lips:
 Well, the same five, so five
 But I had a little more

And now?
Now matesha. Hooray, our native friend
What do you say to us, we have a confession,
What are you a sinner?
POINTS NOW!?
But how could you, since we friends?
Well, that took your ...

 We've been betrayed, my friends, now matesha.
 Yes, again, she himichkoy conspiracy
 Gives us a battle,
 But before her with himichkoy will fight,
 Let them curse their spirits from the big hell!
 Forward guys, God is with us ...

We calculated the results.
Russia lost its best sons:
Here, Andrew fell, and here, Vadim
And there lies Oleg vzeroshenny.
I myself was wounded, and the namesake of my Maxx'im

 Well, friends, time to finish,
 Home time - call.
 There to receive from our generals,
 Phoned another may somehow.
 Bye, bye, bye, before meeting,
 Take care of yourself for future battles.



(C) MAKS'99


I was sitting at his desk, as Pushkin young,
What do I do not know straitened deleted.
My schoolmate mohaya hand
Me to the stadium calls for a

 To where heaven is blue tent
 Where is the ball and gates, where people crowd.
 Where there is no portfolio, no pens, glasses,
 Where will drunk young and steals

And there shall I do?
Il leave to remain?
Perform duty il desire of the soul?
Oh, you're quickly help me!

 At that same-we spend lovely days
 We used to rejoice in the Russian soul
 Wander through the woods, go fishing,
 Yes, just be so to someone lyasy whet

 And we at this time, sitting at his desk,
In a clear sky through the bars looks.
That used to break us out of this world!
In the fine given whirl away far!

 And there would remain, and the life to live,
 Yes, someone allows us, the dream noun neighbors we are taught 
and teaches the family and school,  And the college, and even 
my sister! 

And I now have to live in the gray,
Learn, grow, children start.
Well, then I will teach them,
And by stupid I will be their city

 Wonderful time passes now
 And we povzrosleem not blowjob and hour
 Change of seasons, will take place this century.
 And perish in the former kind of person.

And children grow up,
Pelting fun.
Forget about his friendship forever
And do not see each other more than they ever

 Proschan I'm with you, see you soon, friends,
 I know you would in five years,
 Well, now, do not interfere, leave.
 Forgive, forgive, I will write.



(C) MAKS'99


            Crossroads

 Wait a Russian at the crossroads of three roads,
 as the hero of the tale,
 Here you can go backwards, forwards,
 And you can climb up.

And if we go back
Then we return to grief,
When, fearing il hating
Neighbor, neighbor, betray.

 No one is evil has not seen,
 When the son gave his father,
 And they lied to each other.
 All the people lived on the same

  (And low) bar

We were armed with seriously,
Preparing for the terrible battle
And the west we saw the enemy,
And it is not worth living

 Change of power
 Replaced as customs,
 Hence, Russia has gone ahead,
 Hireya with every step

Now we know who our enemy was,
Opened all eyes to us
And we took the example of Peter,
Equals to the west

 But bad things are,
 Impoverished population
 And the mafia at the top sits
 Bribing zekam

And we are hoping to yourself
Not knowing how to spin,
Or steal, or drink,
Dozhilis, Russia, we sell

 Is about to take place XX-th century,
 And Russia has stopped,
 Forward? Ago? Back and forth.
 At that, should we decide?

Ukraine has betrayed us,
Forgetting, as we were friends.
We despise, or flatter,
That we are still cool

 Forward? Where?
 Ago? You can not!
 And that top?
 Over us?

And there is anarchy, and friends.
Wonderful anarchy,
But we are not ready yet
Moral of us is not the

 We can not behave,
 Accustomed to hold,
 And that is terrible and prison
 And even the death penalty

Anarchy without morals.
Awful even to think.
No, we can now take off,
Crawl we must continue

 Have to choose between two,
 Ile tramped path,
 Not knowing whether we withdraw,
 Ile will lead into a morass

There are brave people in the country,
Remained patriots
They will be overwritten, even beaten,
Trying mouth shut them

 The hour,
 Country reborn.
 And shine the beauty of the country,
 Where I was born.