Jokes - Dedicated to two neighboring mental hospitals No. 1 and secondary school No. 11.

written by Milekhin Igor


              S T I C H O C O R E N I E 1.


                      Dedicated to two neighboring fools -
                      Regional psychiatric hospital No. 1 and secondary school No. 11.


I'm looking out the window
I'm lost in dreams
The moon is shining above,
This seems to be a dream.
Quiet wind in the distance
Somewhere there is a rustling sound.
Nightingale from the bushes
Something whistles quietly.
It's a pity that it's on the window
Three iron rods
And behind him stands
And the nurse is silent.
And behind her is an orderly,
He's so healthy
They'll put anesthesia in my ass
And peace will come.
People joke that they are stupid
We have two nearby
It's all nonsense
It's ten times quieter here.
Here you can see
Interesting people
Here you can hear
Hundreds of new ideas.
Celebrities sea:
Presidents, singers, kings
You can even touch them
Or just talk.
I said yesterday
With Jean Paul Belmondo,
I saw Clinton
Marshak and Barto.
I calmly remember
This stormy day has passed,
Why should I worry?
My diagnosis is crazy. 
 
 


written by Milekhin Igor


               S T I C H O C O R E N I E 2.


                     Dedicated to the best fisherman
                          DNEPR river.


Only the dawn will shine in the distance,
The horizon will turn red
Diesel is storming right here,
All the people climb into the carriage.
Among them are such people -
With ice picks, rods in jackets
And with your boxes 
Everyone is not allowed to pass.
Fishermen are a special people,
Fishermen don't like to sleep
And at any time of the year
They go to exterminate fish.
I'm not afraid of themcold,
They are not afraid of the summer heat,
And while there are fish in the rivers,
They will not find peace.
The catch is not even important to them:
Fish are always mean -
Caught yesterday and tomorrow
It doesn't matter to them,
But how the stories are told -
Ears full of noodles:
The crucian carp flies towards them from the hole,
There are hooks hanging on hooks.
And in winter, in the terrible cold
Fishermen wander on the ice,
Icicles hang from the nostrils,
My legs can barely drag.
In the evening they will climb into the diesel,
Everyone will sit on the boxes
And they tell stories
About catfish and pike perch.

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     For the first time, our Newspaper publishes articles of a new
correspondent Piskun Alexander, since he has
at home there is a PC (), then the articles will be according to
Current topics: Virsh for PC and a story about DOOM...
 

written by Alex


                            To all 386th, and first of all
                            Dedicated to my C grade...


                      * * *

                  My heavenly angel
                  Extraterrestrial image.
                  If only you knew how I am
                  I miss you.
                  Behind the hum of the fan,
                  Behind the rustle of the propeller.
                  Behind the Turbo indicator,
                  Burning like a star.

                  I want to see the keyboard
                  Win-95.
                  And see the monitor
                  Glowing again.
                  I want to see the inscription
                  "StartingMS-DOS..."
                  I'll see you, but when?
                  That's the whole question.

                  How I wish
                  Play X-COM now.
                  But I don’t mind in Elite either
                  Click quickly again.
                  "Civilization 2"
                  I'll write it down soon.
                  Well, for now on Pascal
                  I'll write a couple of programs.