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В.КАЗАКОВ
Бук - это, как известно, по-английски
kniga, а букашка, соответственно, малень-
кая kniga. A маленькая она потому, что в
этом разделе у нас сегодня небольшие по
объему произведения-двустишия А.Костюшина.
В Париже я проездом был намедни.
Там познакомился с шикарною москвичкой.
С путаной пообщался, и в итоге
Она меня ангиной наградила.
Автостоянку часто посещаю. I'm standing. I smoke. Nobody steals.
I dreamed about a crimson jacket at night,
And during the day, thieves robbed the apartment.
I went to study as a psychiatrist,
And he was brutally bitten by the professor.
Again I stand at the crossroads of life:
Watch football or leave a cartoon.
Advertisers apparently do not know
that I don’t need Tampax for nothing.
I boldly stepped on a slippery path,
Now I dare not touch my tailbone.
I hardened myself on your balcony,
Like steel. But still alive today.
It’s as if I didn’t work at the nuclear power plant.
Although of course... But, oh well.
I fell asleep in the transport and was woken up
a visible nightmare. “Your ticket?” he asked.
It so happened: I fell in love with another
I'll have a snack. Forgive me, herring!
I love toast, but not at night.
I prefer sandwiches for sleep.
My friend's wife nagged him all night.
In the intensive care unit they barely saved the poor fellow.
I took it traditionally for hunting
Bring perfume, champagne and roses.
Named three letters in a popular show.
He received fifteen days as a reward.
And now a few aphorisms.
After the tenth toast, he finally felt
felt at ease.
The store "Products for Children" sells
erotic underwear, exciting
creams and sex aids. And in the store "To-
products for children" condoms and contraceptives
exact tablets.
"Dad, I was at the cinema." Tales of a thousand and one
noy daughter.
Ass-masochist.
A computer without a mouse is like a businessman without
roofs.
To a strange monastery with your tired
zoot.
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