music: Братья КолоБки by: (с) Сергей Сатин АСТРОНОМИЯ Ночь. Деревня. Звезды. Лето. Спит, оБняв коБылу, конь. По-над речкой Бродит где-то "одинокая гармонь". На скамейке я и Клава после трудового дня. Я сижу от Клавы справа, Клава - слева от меня. На часах давно за десять, стих в садах соБачий лай, "и такой на неБе месяц - хоть иголки подБирай!" Хорошо от Клавы справа Клаве в очи заглянуть. Я шепчу: - Послушай, Клава! Видишь, в неБе Млечный Путь? Ишь, раскинулся, соБака! Ни понятья, ни стыда! Звезд-то, звезд-то в ем, однако! Вот Бы Брежнева туда!.. Вон туманность. Но туману нетthere, Klava, not a penny! You're fog there, I'll just get drunk at best you will find it. Do you see the dot? This is a satellite. "Shuttle", I suppose, some kind. Eh, B is hitting him with a rocket now medium range fire! Scattered, parasites! They know that control is weak. They look there with binoculars from orbit on our Soviet BaB! Who gave them this right? to embarrass glorious workers?! Just in case, Klava, out of sin, sit closer. Space, Klav, don't troll. Space is, Klav, Mess! There is all sorts of trash in the Universe - that uncut dogs. Plates are flying around everywhere, looking for something to shave. They are aliens. Small in size, three legs, and a snout - wow! Do you want, Klava, for May Day? Will I catch you two? And by the seventh of November Shall I give you the whole plate? ...Look, a star has fallen! Apparently, the Brakodel hanged him. Have you made a wish?.. What a fool. I did it. You are my desire, fish, from that week you already know. Look how my heart beats fast!.. Will you let me touch yours? What "don't paw"! What "don't paw"! Not from the Noble Ones, tea! It's better to have mom and dad at home Teach politeness! Stop breaking, you leech! Well, I pinched my chest once!.. I can do it too, Klavka, go into astronauts! I'll write up a statement feet in hands - and hello! I'll fly to the hairdryer to Venus, oh my!.. I'll open something there and put it in a foreign land, as befits a hero, I'll rage my head. That's it. Goodbye forest and grass! My whole soul is infire!.. ...Afraid?! That's it, Klavka!.. Well, come, come to me. ...And above us the distances are shining. Just come on! That's it! We saw it in the coffin. We feel good with Klavka too. "Literary newspaper" N 39(5313) dated 09.26.90. L1> Well, how? Cool poem? This more nonsense! Read below. Sergey Sateen ASTRONOMY Night. Village. Stars. Summer. Sleeps, having embraced the mare, horse. On - above the river wanders somewhere "Lone accordion". On a bench I and keyboard After labor day. I sit from Klava op the right, Klava is the left of me. On hours for a long time for heat, Verse in gardens dog barking, "And such a sky month - Though needles select! " Well from Keyboards op the right Klave in eyes glance. I whisper: listen(obey), Klava! See, in a sky and Milky Way Look, I was stretched, dog! I understand, shame! Stars, stars in it, however! Brezhnev there!.. nebula But mist Is sweat present there, Klava, oh a penny! You and mist there only being drunk At the best you will find. Point see? A satellite it. "Shuttle", probably, any. Eh, in him(it) now by rocket Mean ranges fire! The parasites scattered,! Know, that the control is weak. Look there in the field-glass from orbit On Soviet ours BaB! Who has given them such right Famous workers are then confused?! You op any case,Klava, From a sin, sit(land) can close. Space, Klav, do sweat trawl - get out. Space is, Klav, Mess! In the universe by everyone trash - That uncut of dogs. Everywhere they roam about a plate, Search, shave that. In them the newcomers. By growth(increase) age fine, Three legs, and dug - in! Want, Klava, then May Day I then you of a two shall catch? And by the seventh of November Will I give you all plate? ... In, look, the star has fallen! It is visible, hung Brakodel. Do you have a wish?.. Well and fool. I - had time(was in time). You mine desire, fish, Since that week know already. As heart is beaten a lot!.. And yours then touch will give? That "sweat paw"! That "sweat paw"! Not from noble, tea! The houses are better the mum with the daddy polite train! Throw that's broken, you, bloodsucker! Well, I pinched once for the breast!.. I can you see too, Klavka, In astronauts shake! I’ll dash off a statement, Legs in hands - and hello! I shall depart then edrene hairdryer On Venus, e-mine!.. There something I shall open Also I shall fold in another's edge(boundary), As it is necessary then the hero, Riotous and head. All. Goodbye, forest and grass! All soul mine in and light(fire)!.. ...Has frightened?! That, Klavka!.. Well go, go then me. ... And above us Shine have given. Only well them! isho! We have given in and coffin seen. Andwith Keyboard it is good. "The Literary newspaper" N 39 (5313) from 09.26.90. Л1> And one more thing... Sergey Satin ASTRONOMY Night. Village. Stars. Summer. Inaction, engulfing the mare, the horse. On - above the river wanders somewhere "Lonely Accordion" In place to place the element I and Klava After a hard day. I'm on the right side of Klava, Klava is to my left. On the clock for a long time for ten, Verse in a dog barking in the gardens, "And such a month in heaven - Although the choice of needles! " Well from Klava to the right Klava in the eyes to look. I whisper: listen (obey), Klava! See the Milky Way in the sky Look, he was stretched out, dog! I understand, shame! Stars, stars in it, however! Brezhnev is there! .. Nebula. But the fog - not a gift (real) there, Klava, on a penny! You're a fog there, just drunk You'll find better. Does the point (dot) see? This is a satellite. "Shuttle Bombing" probably ANY. Eh, in it (it) is now a rocket Medium range fire! The interference has cleared! Be aware that management is weak. Look there in the Combat Situation - glass with orbits On our Soviet BaB! Who gave them this right Well-known workers, what would be confused?! You are on any occasion (register), Klava, From sin, you are (imprisoned) More quantity Close. Space(space), Key,doesn't troll - get out. Space (space), Klav, Mess! In the area of every trash - These are uncut dogs. Plates are running around everywhere, Search, shave it. They are new arrivals. Height (increase) beautiful, Three sections of the route, and dug-in! Do you want, Klava, for May Day? I will take you from two? And on the seventh of November Will I give you the whole plate? ... B, look, the star has fallen! This is apparently the Brakodel hanging up. Have you thought about desire? .. Well and stupid. I - had time (Was on time). You are the source of desire, fish, Since that week already knows. Because we beat the base pretty hard! .. And will yours touch? This is "don't paw"! This is "don't paw"! Not from inert, tea! Buildings are better than mom and dad Polites train! The throw that will be broken is you, bloodsucker! Okay, I pinched once for the nose part Boards! .. I can see you too, Klavka, Screw the astronauts! I'll write up a statement Sections of the route in your hands - and hello! I'm leaving for the edren hairdryer On Venus, e-mine! .. There's something I have to reveal I will also close in the edge (edge) another's (boundarouse), Because this is necessary for a hero, My head is in turmoil. All. Goodbye, forest and grass! The entire source of the soul is in the light (fire)((fire))! .. ... Scared?! This is Klavka! .. The well is coming, come to me. ... And above us the distances are shining. Only their well! Isho! We gave in the coffinseen. And with Klavka it’s good. "Literary newspaper" N 39 (5313) dated 09.26.90. Л1> Can you guess what it is? Yes. This is a machine translation of a poem into English and back. Technical texts, perhaps computer will still be able to translate passably. But the artistic translated literature can be translated qualitatively Only human can drive. ------------------------------------------ Pearls "Promt 99" There is such a translator on the PC - “Promt 99". This is a package of automatic translators from three European languages. I asked him one Please translate this phrase: "Hello, dear readers!" The translation into English is as follows: "Hi, respected readers!" Back to Russian: "Hey, dear readers!" Not weak, yes! :) Translation of the initial phrase into German: "Guten Tag, sehr geehrte Leser!" Back to Russian: "Good day, very respected readers ley!" Same thing, but in French: "Bonjour, chers lecteurs!" Back to Russian: "Good afternoon, dear readers devices!" Still, a car is a car, and it is still which cannot accurately translate the text... Alexey the Third ------------------------------------------ (c) E. B. Ilyasov, 2002. Special for "Fantadrome" And who says: “plagiarism!” I say: - "tradition." classic cartoon Once, a couple of years ago, during evening family walk, we bought some kind of children's entertainment for the eldest son humorous magazine, the name of which is which is now firmly lost in deB- memory space. Among all kinds of reBus, crosswords and cartoons, among other things There was also a fairy tale in the form of a comic book. She creatively repeated the style of the story from famous English writer "The House That ry was built by Jack", but using motives of Russian folk tales. Having brought us a lot of fun in due time, good and pleasant moments, this fairy tale will come later Lost without a trace in a sea of necessary, semi- necessary and completely unnecessary Papers, having established place and time of other urgent current affairs. We remembered her only during preparations for the next city festival Valu KVN. One and a half hour excavations and additional dew with passion did not produce results, - the original disappeared into thin air. But the idea itself stuck so firmly in our heads that lo decided without leaving the cash register, restored see, as far as possible, sunk into soulful literary work. to yours We present to your attention the result of the midnight th brainstorming. And it's not our fault thatthe tale itself is noticeably smaller in volume than This is an extremely detailed introduction - framework were strictly dictated by the laws of the genre. So: AN OLD TALE IN A NEW WAY Here is the castle that Kashchei built. And this is a girl who languishes in a dark closet in the castle that Kashchei built. And this is the Firebird, who keeps a watchful eye on the girl, who languishes in a dark closet in the castle that Kashchei built. But - a daring fellow, who is not averse to marrying a girl, tired of languishing in prison for so long, and with which the Firebird keeps his eyes peeled in the castle that Kashchei built. And here is the angry three-headed Serpent, ready to devour the daring young man, who laughs and teases the Firebird, keeping a watchful eye on the young girl, who no longer sits in prison in the castle that Kashchei built. And here is a fireproof super-casket stands guarded by the three-headed Serpent, who is angrier and angrier from hunger, - Well done, B went to him for a snack, which completely torments the Firebird, who can't see the girl, who just can’t wait to get away from the castle that Kashchei built. And this is a fabulous treasure sword, which hides a secret casket, lying under the Side of a hungry Serpent, who dreams of devouring as quickly as possible the boy who got the Poor Bird, which is coming soonthe girl will strangle ready to hang herself with melancholy too in the castle that Kashchei built. And so, the completely insolent fellow kicks the treasured casket, he wields his treasure sword, without any regrets, chops off the heads of the three-headed snake and, plucking the tail from the hoarse Firebird, rushes straight into the arms of the girl... But then another fellow appeared, took a girl as his wife, and the fairy tale - THE END! * * * L1> Have you heard about Murphy's law? So this is what he follows with all the pre- fulfillments, consequences and fantasies on his topic. In the form of two Bo-o-o-big hours- tey. It didn’t work out at all: publishing (mocking :-)) the system cannot digest- writes such large texts.
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