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written by Igor M.
edited by FISHER ILLYA
Once upon a time there lived a Vampire.
He lived in the countryside.
Exactly at midnight he is out of the grave
He went out to drink blood.
The coffin was in a feudal castle
There was a castle next to the village,
And in the village Vasilka the Fool
I was the first guy there.
Maybe he's drunk or just a joke
Swore in front of the crowd
Why is he going to the castle on a full moon?
That cemetery path
Taking garlic, a club, a torch,
He will go to the castle at night,
And the Vampire will be captured
Or just for fun
His horns will be torn off.
And the crowd realized it,
Laughed at the fool
And waiting for the dark night,
The joker set off on her way.
Pret Vasilko through the cemetery
You can't see anything ahead,
Heart on the heels, eyes on the forehead
He sees bones from a leg.I was so scared
Almost got into my pants
And out of the cloud a month quickly,
Like a flashlight popped out.
Vasilko is here for the grave
Only a sniff - and there is silence.
Suddenly all evil power
How he will howl and squeal!
Old witch with a broom
There are pirouettes in the sky,
They crawled out of their graves:
All kinds of evil spirits, skeletons.
And Vasilka, what a spirit
Pulled away from the cemetery,
With all the strength we have
He fumbled home.
But having thought about it,
He decided to go forward:
After all, the village will not regret it
And they hit me on the neck.
He rushes through the cemetery again:
There's dancing all around, everyone's screaming,
Evil spirits are having fun everywhere,
The hair stands on end.
From the grave an old ghost
He got out silently, grunted,
But seeing Vasilka,
He immediately became cheerful.
I called him quietly,
He took him into the shadow of the cross,
Looked at him sideways
And he spoke quietly:
"You are a fool, Vasil, in life
The devil dared you to climb.
How are you this Vampire
Are you going to lime?
There is no intelligence, no strength,No cross, no garlic.
Haven't seen anything like this yet
I'm stupid, blockhead!"
And Vasilka answers:
"You, grandpa, wait,
Don’t sharpen it, they say, here you go,
And take him to the Vampire.
Don't tremble for my skin
I knew where I was going.
I took some good vodka,
I'll be overloaded.
And then it’s another matter -
No Vampire is scary, -
I'll harass anyone.
This is what our vodka means.
You, old man, don't make a noise
We'll see who's the idiot
I have pepper here
Have a drink, grandpa."
It’s a gift that he’s incorporeal, -
He screamed like a wolf,
Sparks flew from my eyes
And he ran into the bushes.
And Vasilko moved further.
Here is the castle, here is the gate,
The tower where the Vampire is visible;
Black staircases turn.
Almost turning my head,
Vasilko climbed into this tower.
There sits a drunken Vampire
With a red face,
With a red nose.
(well, he looks like Yeltsin)
Battery of vodka bottles
They stand on an oak table,
Two hundred grams of herring with bread,
Salo, cucumbers with brine.And now they're together
They sit in a cramped tower.
Eating cucumbers
They drink wonderful pervak.
Happy End.
Copyright 1997.
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