Now I want to offer you to read
poem-comedy.
written by Mylokhin Irop
FIRST STEPS TO OLYMPUS
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I was once small and frail,
They insulted me.
And I rubbed my snot and sulked
I xotib only one thing -
Become strong, become strong
And beat the hell out of you!
Started playing sports -
Everything went wrong.
Started cross-country running in the morning:
You have to get up very early
That's when I started
Oversleeping during lessons.
There were deuces here,
Father took hold of the strap.
Then I left cross country -
My patience broke out!
Then he started walking
I'm on typhik every day,
Because bucib is always on it
Like a sausage, like a stump.
And everything went very well:
The horrors of nepemir,
On typhik I habitb got out,
Habitb was able to pull himself up!
But it ended quickly -
I fell from the crossbar,
Oh, I'm stuck, oh, I'm stuck,
I almost broke kiktok!..
With a roar, crayfish, I'm home
I came back and decided:You have to grab the barbell,
You need to gather strength.
Bar, people, good job,
But she is so heavy!
And you have to pull
Can't get out of hand!
Every day I get stuck
I'm attaching a new one -
The bar gets heavier every day,
Well, I'm dragging.
Once I wrap the barbell
He took it upon himself:
Twenty kilograms,
So bruised the ribs!..
Somehow I saw
There is something red in the river -
There's a guy on the boat
Such swearing!
They float on the river:
Oars and seats,
The boy got into the boat
Wet to the top!
I didn't want to
To wallow in the river
to swim in a kayak,
Develop muscles.
But this thing
I left quickly -
I can't swim
And the bottom is not visible there!..
Then I understood:
Boxing is a good thing
And how did he get into the ring -
That's how they filled the spade!..
That's when it happened already,
What will happen
I understood: FAT IS STRENGTH,
WELL AND SPORTS -GRAVE!!!
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In general, there is nothing to write and no time, so I
I’ll write a couple more sketches and - sabbath!
You are probably already tired of different (flat)
jokes... Read a serious poem,
dedicated to Viktor Tsoi.
written by Milekhin Igor
U N U S E A B L E
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The light from strangers' windows hurts my eyes
And my teeth are chattering from the cold,
And the March rain is dripping down the collar.
Well, I don't care about him.
I'm looking for a place where there's no rain,
I don't want to fall face first into the dirt,
The black wind took away my damaged umbrella
I don't want to end up in puddles.
I knocked on your door, banged on your window,
But the bars on the windows are stronger.
My will is weak, I'm cold and tired
Sail through the kingdom of forgotten shadows.
Those shadows that the rain draws for me in the morning,
The rain is cold, he doesn't care.
I've been talking to myself for a long time now
And I haven’t seen people for a long time.
And I want to fall asleep so that I can wake up again
And see the moon's pale light,
But the fog has hung over me for many years.
And I see only ghostly delirium.
I'm alive, I'm breathing, I'm still talking
And my soul did not perish.
From methe silent crowd turned away,
But with me - people like me!..
In memory of Viktor Tsoi
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It’s rather unclearly said, isn’t it? But
Is it possible to describe in words what Victor lived
Tsoi?.. We can understand this only from his songs...
As for me, I like Viktor Tsoi,
I like his songs, which carry some kind of
vital energy, some kind of attracting charge...
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By the way, after the release of our game SEA QUEST in May,
we will have a forced break of one and a half years -
Tarasik is being taken into the ARMY... "Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't want to go to
Army..." So, dear comrades, you will wait
until Tarasik comes from the Army, and only then we
let's make another toy...
The TOWN may perhaps come out, but with
with big glitches and delays - because... do it
I will be Fisher Illya...
;( :( ;-( :-( ;( :( ;-( :-(
Okay, enough about the sad stuff! Now I will present to
Your judgment, selected excerpts from my work
fellow countrymen - Anatoly Gorbivnenko and Volodymyr
Tkachenka.
Well, the creativity of the first, which, before speech, works
teacher and psychologist at my school:
written by Anatoly GorbivnenkoIN GURTOZHYTK
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Cherkasy
Fiftieth latitude.
Hostel.
Winter eve.
But in kimhati there is eternal permafrost,
Even if you wear everything
rags
On the ctihax another moss grows,
Playfully and gently falls on
the floor
Like, the neighbors sleep over
help
Because it is only possible to live here
yes...
TEACHERS' MPI
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Oh school, you, school!
She pressed us to the door.
But we don't cry
Someday, maybe we will be lucky -
The mouse will run away
With a little dark hipku
I made a notebook
It will drag somewhere and bite.
COOKER
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Tamara's wife
Hobby - likes very much
cooks
And just as diligent at work -
Cooks every morning...
everywhere
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Sleep my little one
His father is sleeping under the bed.
Probably, there was a salary,
I would not have reached the house.
Now our father is drunk -
He will come, start rioting...
Sleep my little one
While dad is still sleeping.
MY SCHOOL
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When from Copenhagen to Manila
After the child, here it is - in vain,
Then you will definitely fall into Smila,
To micta near Tyasmin-piku.
This strange micto is worth cothi India,
Because his school is the best on Earth,
In which only prodigies are taught
The best teachers on the planet.
Philologists learned to write like this,
That without writing to students is just a horror:
Bci notebooks were written off, habitb desks,
They have already begun painting the roof.
And you will see the work of physicists -
They try so hard that they change their faces -
They study the flight path
A stone crushed into a bikha.
It would be appropriate to say about ximikib.
Worked with the students anyway -
They taught how to make chimneys...
It's good that bikhax has holes.And the mathematician teaches - honor by honor -
They play for money - it's a corridor.
Here, every third student is a Lobachevsky!
I habitb, every second - Pythagoras!
Taught how to knock plywood together,
Skilled teachers-workers,
I unscrew the screws with my nails,
I pick out locks with my finger.
Children here know foreign languages.
There used to be a phrase like this!...
Even if you go around to distant lands,
There are no such words in any dictionary.
Yeah, are you going to the Philippines?
Prodigy students will show you the way:
Here is Grechkivka, followed by Yablunivka...
And further xhi maps do not lead.
How will you return to Copenhagen,
Stop in Smila, why not?
The whole school is here, for your attention.
Did you guess the first number?
So!
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written by Volodymyr Tkachenko
DO NOT BE AFRAID
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- Give it back.
Come on, come on, come on...
Twist to the left.
Come on, come on, come on...
Now hit the gas straight.
Come on, come on, come on...
Surrender, don't fight.Come on come on come on...come on...
Stop!
Now get out and see what you've done.
THE BATTLE
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There were twenty of us!
Yes, there were showers...six.
We fought, we fought, we fought, we fought,
Until the forces were equal.
THIS IS NOT THE TIME
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My grandfather had trousers. And in those pants
there was one pocket.
And there was always money in that pocket.
So if mehi taki pants: to have one pocket,
and that there was always money in it!
But where to take x? They don't sew these now
trousers with one pocket.
Where will the money come from?
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