Guest texts - Found on the internet: Poem.

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Track: -= DBOUHOU UЗBPAT=- 02.22.2002   
By:  MACROS & D.J. KOT IN TANDEM     
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Secretaries at the computer                    
We started playing in the evening.                    
I wish I could be the Administrator's wife, -             
One woman says, -                   
I would surf the Internet                  
All year round, like on a diet.              
- Should I marry the Administrator, -             
A femme friend says, -                  
I would recognize all the passeswords                
and remembered them firmly,                  
- If only I married the Admin, -                
The third lady said, -                 
I would give him everything                     
She gave birth to a programmer.                    
                                        
I just managed to say,                
The door creaked clumsily -               
Eating a tangerine,                        
The system administrator burst into the door,              
During the entire conversation                  
He was hiding worse than a thief.                    
- Hey, great, lameritsa, -               
He says, let's get married!                
And give birth to a program                      
I'm at the end of September.                  
To the restI want to say:                 
Quit the tapeworm!                   
Follow me                 
And my girl is cool.                   
You rolled out the rubbish -                   
Internet, passwords - laziness              
Be one of you a weaver,               
And the other one is the cook                     
They were left by the Sysadmin -                   
And go to the store for beer.                   
                                        
It didn't take him long to get ready                  
That same evening I pumped up.               
I pumped up and slept through it,                  
And the next day I got married.                  
System administrator for an honest feast                 
I sat down with the young Administrator,                 
And then the drunken guests                    
Throwing dice at the Admin,                
We went home                    
In DOOM, kick the network.                
There's a cook on DXe,                        
On DXe-2 weaver,                       
And they envy                          
System administrator about his wife's howl.                    
                                        
Young system administrator,                     
Without putting things off,                  
I carried it from the first night.                  
At that time Cimdex was                   
The system administrator said goodbye to his wife,             
I took my laptop, ate, shaved            
And he said to his wife lovingly.                     
- Let Intel protect you!Meanwhile how far away he is                 
Yuzerov treated cruelly,                   
From random variables                   
God gave them a son in arshin.                
                                        
System administrator over her son -               
Like Bill Gates over gold          
Sends a messenger via IRC,                      
To please my father.                   
And the weaver with the cook,                  
Matchmaker Baba Floparikha                
They make the messenger drunk                      
And they impudently climb into the chat:                 
"Adminsha gave birth at night                  
Either a son or a daughter,                 
Not a tool or a toy,                  
And the unknown monster."                 
                                        
As the Admin read this,                   
Without finishing my tangerine,                  
In anger he began to behave like a hooligan                
And he managed to ban the messenger.                 
But, having softened this time,             
I gave the messenger such an order.                   
"You know, our fate is this:             
Without pressing Reset,                    
Wait for the Admin to return                
Until a legal decision is made."                  
The messenger wanted to read -                 
Yes, the connection is over.                    
                                        
But the weaver and the cook                  
With my in-lawsFloparihoy,             
All modems were cut off,                    
False message launched:               
"The system administrator blames the "roof"              
Without pulling the mouse's tail,                
System administrator and offspring                    
Secretly throw into the abyss of water,            
There is nothing to do, and "roof"               
Thinking about baksheesh                   
And about young life,                      
Suddenly they came in a crowd,                   
Having declared the Administrator's will -                   
She and her son have an evil share,                    
The order was printed                     
And Admin at the same hour                  
My son and I were put in VAXa,                
They dragged him away with a KrAZ VAX,                
Throwing into the depths of the sea ctpemhuh,        
That's what the System Admin ordered.                  
                                        
The stars shine like a screensaver,          
The waves are lashing like a shotgun,             
It's like a cloud is coming in Windows,                 
Our VAX is sailing on the sea.                 
In it, Adminsha is struggling and crying.           
It’s like an imp is jumping through puddles,             
And the programmer grows there                 
Not by day. but by the hour.                 
                                        
The day has passed, Admmnsha is screaming,             
And the child hurries the wave:                   
- You are my wave, wave.                  
You're like C++ powerful.                       
Are you really going to kill us?Format my screw if you want         
Or forget my Windows,                    
Just throw it out of the water.                  
I'll give you mine,                 
Just help us!                   
And the wave rose                        
She's right there on the shore                     
VAXa took it out lightly                   
And she left slowly.                   
The mother and baby were saved.               
She feels the earth.                    
But who will take them out of VAX?                
Who will give them help now?            
Then the programmer stood up,                
I rested my laptop on the bottom.                 
I strained myself a little:                  
- Here, like in Windows, there would be a window        
We have to do... - he said.           
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.                  
Mother and son are now free,              
They see the hill in the wide none,              
Computer junk all around,               
Container, seeds - destruction.                
                                        
The son thought. "Case of Beer                 
Right now I need it especially!”                
Lo and behold - already 16 RAMa                     
The boy takes it out of the trash:                 
- I’ll sell this RAM,                
And there's enough for beer for us!                   
Lo and behold, I found a hard one on Gig.             
- They’ll tear you off with your hands, in an instant.              
And went to the edge of the valleyLook for purchases by the sea.                  
                                        
He only approaches the sea,                
He hears like a monster moaning,             
Feels like it's scary at sea,            
Looks - and it’s a total bummer:             
The swan beats among the swells,              
The kite flies over her.                 
That poor thing is just splashing,             
Finally, he gulps vodka,                
He's already unfurled his claws,                 
He raised his six-barreled gun...               
SIMM whistled and flew away,                
I hit a kite in the neck,                    
The hard whistle whistled, soaring up,           
Only the feathers scattered.                
                                        
SIMM and hard - glug-glug, even if you cry,    
Yes, the programmer is our marksman!              
He looks - the kite is drowning in the sea,          
Something is moaning in English.             
The swan is swimming around                    
He spits at the evil kite.                  
Death is hastening near -                
Maser sinks into the sea with a board.              
And then to the programmer                     
Says in Russian:                  
- You, programmer, are my savior,        
My Duke Nukem is a sprayer!             
Don't worry, what the hell. me,                  
You won't drink for three days.              
What's in the hardware at the bottom of the sea?               
This is grief - it’s not grief!                 
I'll pay you backgood luck to you -                   
I'll provide support later,                    
You didn’t deliver the swan,              
He left the girl alive                  
You didn't kill the lamer,                      
Bill Gates was shot.                
I will never forget you                   
I will send emails often,               
And now you are bopotucb                    
Press the shutdown and go to bed.             
                                        
- Mom, I’m a disgraceful lamer! -             
So, when he arrived, the programmer said,          
I'm sober as glass                
And it's time to sleep!                
The programmer tore his eyes open,             
It's like I played DOOM for three nights            
And marveling at myself                   
He sees a big CC,                    
MMH stand in rows                        
With golden tayers,                    
DVDs sparkle in them.                     
The hall is so bright and so quiet!               
He will wake up the Administrator as soon as possible.                
Wow! - Either way it will be!            
Rulez! Rulez! I see                   
My swan is amusing itself!                     
Mother and son approach the computers,           
A login and password are created.             
You guessed it! It's ringing here                    
Rose, From all sides                
Users are coming towards you,                  
Unix programmers praise               
Cdish of golden apples                  
Steve Jobs himself meets them,            
Called the main guru                   
He's a programmer. Hands over                 
A can of beer and a bull,                     
And also a net for flies.                    
Improvements for MacOS                    
With sysadmin permission                 
He immediately began programming              
And he was called Monster Glukon.                
                                        
The virus is spreading through hard drives                  
And the programs are dismembered,                 
And the whole island is on your ears.                  
Lo and behold, the ship is running in the waves          
The shipbuilders are amazed                   
There are crowds on the boat,                  
They think they caught a glitch,                  
And now they are all in trouble:                  
There was no Yuean Island before.              
Suddenly a CC appeared under the sky!               
                                        
DOOMers are firing from the shore                   
The ship is ordered to land.                 
Guests arrive at the outpost,               
Monster Glukon invites them to visit,         
BFG lifted up                       
And he whispered softly:                    
- You can kill the virus -                
That means you will sail away safe.                  
Shipbuilders answer:                   
- We traveled around the whole village,                
Traded Doctor Web,                 
The virus is dead, we swearsky!           
And now our time has come,                
We're going straight east,                   
And there's one reason for that:                   
We want to visit the Admin.                 
The monster then said to them:               
- Senks ea Web to you, gentlemen,            
I’ll give you another task -                 
Give it to the System Administrator                     
Triple bourbon from me.                 
Guests are on their way, and Monster Glukon           
By the sea it has fermented strongly                  
And he cried profusely.                  
                                        
Look, bending over the 'Enter' button,       
A white swan is swimming.                    
Hello, my beautiful Gluck!     
Well, how unhappy are you Windows?        
Why are you hanging? -                    
She tells him.                        
The monster answers her sadly:            
Bugs are eating away at my software.                
They killed the young man!                       
I need my father's advice.                   
Swan to Monster:                         
- That's the grief!                       
You want, like a cooler, into the sea            
Fly behind the ship?                   
Be it. Monster, komapom!               
And she waved the bugs,                     
The new cartridge broke                
And sprinkled it                          
Black toner for everything.                   
Here he is in pixeldecreased,            
Komapom turned around.                     
It's like a beeper beeped                   
I caught up with the ship at sea,                   
Landed on the ship.                   
The boatswain's float was jammed.           
                                        
The captain in Starcraft is fighting,           
The ship is rushing through the waves.                
Past Baitina Island                    
To the company of the glorious Administrator.                
The server is visible from the window,                   
And behind it the network is visible.                  
They threw the bones ashore -                
The system administrator invites them to visit.              
And followed them inside                 
And our Mischievous Monster                    
Sees: on the system board               
The system administrator is sitting in a robe.                
Grief frozen on his face,                   
Vile Quake on the monitor.              
And the weaver with the cook,                  
Matchmaker Baba Floparikha                
Behind, the lamers are sitting,                   
They look at him on the monitor.                   
The system administrator seats the guests                  
Play Quake and asks:            
                                        
- Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,                 
Why did you log in here?                    
What is your Windows? Is it as bad?           
And what is the miracle in the world?                   
                                        
The shipbuilders responded:- Reset 15 times a day                    
Press - this is bad!                    
In the world, here’s a miracle:               
In the sea the island was stupid                 
So unusable                      
There lived lamer-clubs,                     
There was only one BC on it.                   
And now he's lying on it                   
Hetbopk with new cepbepbem.              
With golden tayers                     
And the second pentyukh.                   
And the Monster Gpyukon sits there               
He sent you a bourbon.                 
The system administrator marvels at the miracle.                  
- If only I’m sober,             
I’ll visit those lamers,                     
I'll stay with Glukon.                       
                                        
And the weaver with the cook,                  
matched with Baba Floparikha                
They don't want to let him in                    
Chat subject to visit,                
- It’s like you’re dummies, really, -             
Having opened his brooch slyly,             
The cook says, -                      
The VCs are located by the sea!                        
I know the site, it’s not a trifle,             
Photo: spruce, bepka under the spruce.             
Squirrel collects cones                    
And he rivets hard drives from them                  
But hard drives are not simple                   
All tracks are golden                     
All heads are emerald.That's what they call a miracle!                 
                                        
The system administrator marvels at the miracle,                  
The monster is smoking with anger.               
Glyuchon just threw it                
Auntie UPSom right in the eye.               
UPS shook the body with a discharge,               
The cook screamed.                      
Matchmaker, victim, user -                 
Everyone plus the mosquito -                     
-One-bit flea!                    
We got you! -And he’s through the window                 
And torment HTML                          
It flew to the home page               
Again the Monster walks by the sea               
And he doesn’t take his eyes off the laptop.            
Lo and behold: rustling like a disk drive,             
White swan swims                     
Hello, my beautiful Monster.      
How is NT unhappy?               
Why are you slowing down? -                   
She tells him.                        
The monster here lets Netscape in             
The treasured site opens.                
                                        
- Featured ruleznyy start                
I'd like to. You see, there is            
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel              
Rules foreva, not a trinket!               
Squirrel collects cones                    
And he plays the hard ones out of them,                  
And hard drives are not simple,                  
All tracks are gold.                    
All heads- emerald,.                 
But maybe this is a flood?               
She will repay the monster like this:                
The network about the squirrel tells the truth,             
I know this feature                        
Okay, Monster, my soul,                
No bazaars, glad to serve                
I will show you friendship.                
Kind, as if from a pub,                
The monster flowed to his home.              
                                        
As soon as my darling entered the Exhibition Center,                
Lo and behold, on your favorite server              
A fat squirrel sits                    
Angrily tugging at the pine cones                    
And he rivets the hard drives,                   
Immediately closes the body,               
He puts them in stacks                     
And he sings about Microsoft,                   
Yes, with all the honest people:             
"Windows is the devil on the loose"           
- Cool! - said Monster Glukon,       
“I’m excited,” he added.               
Oh yes swan, God bless her,              
The thrill of catching it is not weak either.             
Monster to squirrel later                  
I assigned 10 users,                    
Forced to blow the dust off the squirrel           
And accounting for devices is the news,                  
Profit for the monster, honor for the squirrel.           
                                        
Mails are floating around the Internet                    
And all the disks fill up,                  
Andthe server was reduced to dust.               
Lo and behold, the ship is running in the waves          
Past the steep island,                   
Past the sick server.                  
From the shore DOOMers are firing,                  
The ship is ordered to land.                 
Guests arrive at the outpost,               
Monster Glukon invites them to visit,         
Threatens them with a rocket launcher                    
And he orders me to keep the answer:                  
- You can raise my server,           
So you will sail away safe.                   
Shipmen in response:                   
- We traveled all over the world,                
Traded servers                    
Sun's and Compaq's.                  
We understand your hint,                 
We are weakening cepbepok.                    
Let me float - that's the reason -          
We want to visit the Admin,                 
The Monster then tells them:                
- Thanks for the help to you, gentlemen!           
I'll give you another task.                 
Give it to the System Administrator                     
From me "Napoleon" -                     
Let him get drunk, you idiot.                
The guests hung out for an hour,                
They went out and hit the road.           
                                        
Monster to the sea, and a swan there             
He drinks alcohol with tea in half -              
The Monster prays, the soul asks,           
So it pulls and carries away,                  
And ink itShe doused everything.                       
The monster turned into a fly,               
Landed on the ship                   
Repeating the process in a cycle,                
He climbed into the boatswain's float.              
The boatswain fights with the cook in Mortal,         
Damn how the ship is rushing.              
Past Dubina Island                     
To the company of the glorious Administrator.                
                                        
The printer is visible from the window,                  
And on it is a tank of wine.                    
The guests licked their lips,                   
Here the Admin invites them to visit.             
And on their heels                      
And our Monster is to drink Agdam.            
On a mountain of hard drives               
The system administrator is a crooked sausage.            
Grief frozen on his face,                   
Heretic on the monitor.                    
And the weaver with the cook,                  
Matchmaker Baba Floparikha                
Sober people sit in the back,                    
They look at the tank of wine.                   
The system administrator seats the guests                  
At the tank and asks:                    
                                        
- Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,                 
Why did you connect here?                  
How is your Windows? Is it as bad?           
And what is the miracle in the world?                   
The shipbuilders responded:                   
- 20 per dayReset times                
Let's press - it's bad!                    
In the world, here’s a miracle:               
An island lies on the sea,                   
And on it there is a VC,                      
With golden tayers                     
And the second pentyukh.                   
There's a computer there the size of a house,           
The squirrel lives in it,                    
Collecting cones somewhere                   
And he rivets hard drives from them.                 
And those hard drives are not simple,                  
All plates are gold,                   
All heads are emerald.                  
Squirrel users ctpuryt                     
Unique style,                 
And the crazy kent was set,              
So that they don’t dare to approach the squirrel,            
Otherwise you can sit down.                    
And hard drives are no more reliable!                
They are praised all over the world.               
Even IBM, and the one                        
He puts them in his brand name.               
Everyone on the island is a scumbag                  
Cognac, not a surrogate!                
And the Monster Glukon sits there,              
He sent "Napoleon".                  
                                        
The system administrator marvels at the miracle:                  
- If I'm not hungover,              
I’ll visit those drunks                      
I'll drink beer with them,                    
And the weaver with the cook,                  
Matchmaker Baba FloparikhaThey don’t want to let him in                    
To visit earthly paradise.                 
Browser opened a crack,               
A weaver found the site:                  
- Why does this surprise you?                 
Squirrel collects cones                    
And the hard guys are digging through the piles,                  
This lameness is not a miracle!                
You can't flood us like that.                 
Are you telling the truth?                
There is another wonder in the world:                 
The sea will foam like beer,               
It will hiss, raise a howl,                   
How my stomach has been empty for a long time,                 
Suddenly he gets stuck in a noisy run,           
And they will find themselves on the shore                     
33 programs,                         
The hangover is causing all the grief,                   
Alconauts are daring,                       
Psychopaths are young.                      
Everyone is scary, as if by choice,             
They will sing together "Belomor",                
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle,                  
So to speak, he'll have a beer,           
                                        
The smart guests are silent,                     
They don't want to chat with her.          
The system administrator marvels at the miracle,                  
The monster sparkles with rage.              
Beeped angrily a couple of times                  
And the Winchester is in her eye.                
And the weaver began to cry,                     
The cyberdemon roared.Everyone shouts: - It’s flying, look!            
Yes, smack her, smack her!                     
Bug! Mastdaevskaya midge!                
Wait! And the Monster is in the window               
And, having adjusted the sight,                   
I'm off to play Quake.               
                                        
The monster walks sober by the sea,            
But he doesn’t take his eyes off the bottle.            
Lo and behold, it’s beautiful, like a Coypc code,       
A white swan is swimming.                    
Hello, my beautiful Monster,      
Well, what about Unix, are you unhappy?           
Why all green? -                  
She tells him.                        
Monster Glukon answers her:              
- The laziness is eating me up,               
Wonderful wonder I would like                     
Install it in my destiny.                
- What kind of lamer miracle is this?                
- Somewhere it will swell like beer,            
The ocean will howl,                     
Like a bad CD-ROM                   
Suddenly he gets stuck in a noisy run,           
And they will find themselves on the shore                     
33 programs,                         
The hangover is causing all the grief.                   
Daring beer guzzlers,                       
The fools are young.                       
Everyone is scary, as if by choice,             
They will deride "Belomor" in unison.                
The swan replies to the monster like this:             
- All sorts of bullshit happens.                  
Don't buzz, my soul,                     
I know these shots                     
                                        
These forest monsters -                     
My brothers are all my family.                  
So don't hang around here, go               
Wait for your brothers with beer.               
The monster has arrived. Having drowned the grief,            
I sat down at my computer, but at sea            
He began to look. The sea suddenly             
It swelled up like a swap file around,        
Suddenly stuck in a noisy run,            
And left it on the shore                     
33 programs.                         
The hangover is causing all the grief,                   
The gurus walk in pairs,                   
All are bald and have humps.                
The smell of beer from the gate                     
He takes them to visit the Monster.             
Monster Glukon opens the barrel,          
Greets guests with Guinness.            
People are running from everywhere,                    
I'm in a hurry to use this resource.                
The guru gang said this:                  
- The swan sent us to you             
Keep your glorious CC,                
It is evil to suppress viruses.                  
From now on every day we                      
"Guinness" we will henpenehho               
From your stashes                     
To drink from the waters of the sea.             
So there will be booze again soon,            
And now we're better off at seaLittle by little they crawled.                    
The air of the earth is heavy for us.                 
                                        
Bytes in memory walk,                  
Angrily the stack is overflowing,                
The Monster system is collapsing.               
Lo and behold, the ship is running in the waves.         
Past the steep island,                   
Past the mischievous stack.                    
DOOMers are firing from the shore,                  
The ship is ordered to land.                 
Guests are approaching the outpost,               
Monster Glukon invites them to visit,         
He moves the double-barreled gun himself                
And he says ominously:                      
- You can fix my bug -           
That means you will sail away safe.                  
The shipbuilders responded:                   
- We traveled all over the world,                
We sold a debugger                  
An overseas hacker praised us.             
So bugs are a must!             
It's already fixed, consider it.                   
The Monster then tells them:                
Thanks for the help to you, gentlemen!             
I'll give you another task                  
Give it to the System Administrator                     
This triple cologne.                   
It is for oral administration.                   
The guests had a good time                  
They went out and hit the road.           
                                        
Monster to the sea, and a swan there             
Drinks alcohol with beer in half.             
The monster whined: the soul is asking            
It takes everything to the System Administrator,                 
She doused him                          
The blood of all users.                    
Instantly he twisted himself with a cable               
And he turned into a bumblebee,                    
The ship quickly caught up                
The boatswain fell into the float.               
The navigator and the cabin boy are fighting in Tetris,        
The ship seems to be rushing along.                  
Past the roach and sardine                    
To the company of the glorious Administrator.                
                                        
The barrel can be seen from the window.                    
The Guinness barrel is full.                  
The guests are buzzing in anticipation.            
So the Admin invites them to visit.             
The monster is on their heels,                
Since they're pouring it there.                    
Sees: there are a bunch of modems                  
The system administrator sits like a cloud,               
Grief frozen on the face,                   
Vile Blood on the monitor.              
And the weaver with the cook,                  
Matchmaker Baba Floparikha                
They are sitting behind him,                    
They look at the monitor predatorily.                 
The system administrator seats the guests                  
"Guinness" drink and asks:              
Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,                   
What kind of route led you here?                
How is your Windows? Is it as bad?           
And whatis there a miracle in the world?                   
                                        
The shipbuilders responded:                   
- Reset 30 times a day                
Let's press - it's bad!                    
In the world, here’s a miracle:               
An island lies on the sea,                   
And the VC stands on it.                      
We installed a miracle there:                 
The sea will swell like beer                
It will growl and howl,                  
What a hungry student!              
Suddenly he gets stuck in a fast run,           
And they will remain on the shore                    
33 programs,                         
From half a liter all the grief.                   
All mutants are young                    
Disabled people are daring.                        
Everyone is dirty, as if by choice,              
They will deride "Belomor" in unison.                
They come out with mugs,                 
"Guinness" is tormented by barrels.               
I wish they could lick everything dry!                
Afterwards I have no strength to crawl.                 
There are no people more serene,                
There are no more vast bellies in the world.            
And the Monster Glukon sits there,              
He sent cologne.                    
The system administrator marvels at the miracle:                  
If I'm not stoned,                   
I’ll visit these people,                     
I'll stay with Glukon.                       
                                        
Cook and weaver -                    
Not a goo-goo, but Flopariha,                 
Clicking the browser says:               
- Who will flood us with this?              
Programmers walk and wander,              
There is no place for drunkenness.                
They tell the truth or they lie,                  
I don't see Rules here.                    
Are there such divas in Webe?              
Here goes the rumor that is true:               
There is Chicago across the sea,                   
That you can't take your eyes off.              
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,              
It scares users at night.                    
The whole wallpaper is already shining,              
Nothing slows down.                     
Not some kind of freebie,                     
Not mocking, not clumsy.                 
Through the speaker says                   
It's like there's a blaster there.               
Flames walk fairly -              
This miracle is so wonderful.                   
The smart guests are silent -                    
Chatting with lamers is harmful.                  
                                        
The system administrator marvels at the miracle,                  
The monster is running out of anger,              
But he regrets the display                    
His old grandmother.                   
He circles her, mocks her,            
Sits right on her nose,             
Our ghoul has taken his nose!                   
A blister appeared on my nose.                
- Baphuhr! This is a bug!Anxiety!            
There are a lot of them for some reason!              
Control it! Catch!                   
And use the debugger!                      
We know assembler, midge,              
Wait! And the Monster is in the window             
And play in the NHL,                       
I flew with ZDFx.                      
                                        
Again the Monster wanders by the sea              
Angry, and even sober, it seems,             
Look, blinking like a diode,                 
A white swan is swimming.                    
- Hello, you are my beautiful Monster, 
How is the axle shaft unhappy?             
Half dead why? -                   
She tells him.                        
Monster Glukon answers her:              
- Stupid envy eats:               
The axles are new, I see                       
I'm just sitting with the old one.                  
- What kind do you have in mind?                  
Do you have?                              
- Yes, they say in the world, there is Chicago,     
That you can't take your eyes off.              
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,              
At night it scares users.                   
There are no bugs - everything is already shiny,             
Nothing slows down.                     
Not like before, not a freebie,               
Not mocking, not clumsy.                 
Through the speaker says                   
It's like there's a blaster there.               
Only, IMHO,this is a lie,                
Tales, internet gossip.               
                                        
The white swan is silent                     
And, after thinking, he says:                    
- Yes! This is the system!               
Installing is no problem.            
But all your life, even if you howl,         
Must be faithful to her              
Think about the risk                
After all, it’s also FDISK                   
You can't remove it from the screw,                  
What a nasty louse!                   
The monster began to swear by the modem,           
That it is ready to install.              
Whether from floppy disks or from a screw,          
Since the system is so cool!                  
My workstation craves passionately         
Behind the beautiful Windows,                 
At least walk away                 
All the way to Gates lands.               
The swan, having taken a little bite,               
Said: - Why far away?                
That system is already yours                     
After all, this Chicago is me!                    
Here she is, flapping her wings,              
Became the sky with clouds,                 
And screws on users                       
Came down from a height.                    
Started up, shook myself off              
And Mastday turned around.                  
                                        
The whole wallpaper is already shining,              
Nothing slows down.Not some kind of freebie,                     
Not mocking, not clumsy.                 
Through the speaker says                   
It's like there's a blaster there.               
Monster delight is not yhumaet!              
Clicks all icons.                    
And sends the message quickly                   
To his mother's office.                    
The Monster cries, begging:                  
- Dear system administrator,                   
I chose the OS on my own,                    
And I advise you.                         
And I ask permission                    
Windows era announcements.                 
Bless our server                  
To live in love with Chicago.             
Above the head of his submissive                 
With a miraculous installation              
Sysadmin says:                     
- Microsoft will reward us!               
The monster didn't gather for long                
And I became friends with Windows.                
They began to live and live,                 
Wait for new tools.                 
                                        
A nightmare is walking around the Exhibition Center -                   
Windows freezes again.                 
And it creates horror in the minds.                  
Lo and behold, the ship is running in the waves.         
Past the plague Windows,                  
Past the big city.                   
DOOMers are firing from the shore,                  
The ship is ordered to land.Guests arrive at the outpost,               
The monster Glukon invites them to visit.         
Throws floppy disks at them                  
And he seriously states:                    
You can return my Windows,            
So you will sail away safe.                   
The shipbuilders responded:                   
- We traveled all over the world,                
We didn't trade for nothing,                  
Good old DOS.            
Your Windows is no longer a walker...             
Reinstall him, bro!                  
                                        
Let us go, there is a reason:              
We want to visit the Admin.                 
The monster then said:                  
- Thank you for the hint, gentlemen.           
So you swim, merchants,                
To the company of the glorious Administrator.                
Yes, remind him                       
To your system administrator,                       
He promised to ferment with us,              
And I haven’t gotten around to it yet.                   
I'm sending him Dom Perignon.                 
                                        
Guests are on their way, and Monster Glukon           
Stayed home this time                 
And I didn’t part with Windows.              
The rat is fighting in the hold of Wolf,          
The ship is rushing like a demon.               
Past the island of Slotin,                   
To the company of the glorious Administrator.                
                                        
Hehanging from the window,                     
Apparently he had too much wine.                    
The guests came into the office,              
The system administrator invites them to visit.              
They marvel: on the floor                     
The system administrator is sitting in the corner.                  
He seats his guests                  
Also on the floor. Asks:                 
- Oh, you are guests, gentlemen,                  
You come here often!                      
How is your Windows? Is it as bad?           
And what is the miracle in the world?                   
The shipbuilders responded:                   
- Reset 40 times a day                
Let's press - it's bad!                    
In the world, here’s a miracle:               
An island lies on the sea,                   
And on it there is a VC                       
With golden tayers                     
And the second pentyukh.                   
There's a computer there the size of a house,           
The squirrel lives in it,                    
Collecting cones somewhere                   
And he rivets hard drives from them.                 
And hard games are not easy,                   
All plates are gold,                   
All heads are emerald.                  
Squirrel users ctpuryt.                    
                                        
There's another miracle:                    
The sea will swell like beer                
It will boil, it will howl,                   
Like a teapot behind the wall,Suddenly he gets stuck in a fast run,           
And they will remain on the shore                    
33 programs,                         
Alcohol is causing everyone grief.                   
All the drunkards are daring,                    
Rowdy young people                       
All shaggy hair for selection,                  
They will deride "Belomor" in unison.                
This people are more serene,                 
There are no more vast bellies in the world.            
And the Windows Monster has               
That you can't take your eyes off.              
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,              
It scares users at night.                    
The whole wallpaper is already shining,              
Nothing slows down.                     
The monster Glukon puts on the volume in the VTs,          
Everyone praises him diligently.                
He sent Dom Perignon              
But he will plus you:                     
He was going to come and drink with us,              
But I haven’t gotten around to it yet.                   
Here the Admin could not resist:                   
He ordered the yacht to be equipped.                   
And the weaver with the cook,                  
With his wife Floparikha                
They don't want to let him in                    
Visit the helm island.               
But the Admin decapitates them all:                
- Lamers! Mastday! - screams.             
- Am I Admin? Or a child? -                  
He says, not jokingly,                    
- I’m going now! -Here he stomped          
And mouse about the serverbanged.               
                                        
Glukon sits in the tavern,                  
He looks out the window through the glass.            
The sea does not make noise, does not splash,               
Like a screw, barely fluttering.             
In a mug of beer suddenly in the distance               
The ships appeared.                     
This is a drunk Sysadmin                    
Cutting through the ocean.                     
The monster Glukon then jumped up,            
I ran and turned on the computers.                 
- Dear system administrator!                   
You, dear Windows!                  
You, with the creaking keyboard!                
My phaser is coming here!                    
                                        
The yacht is approaching the island,                
Video Glukon directs:                   
Here the Admin sits like an owl,              
He looks into the virtual helmet.              
With him is a weaver and a cook,              
Matchmaker Grandma Floparikha.               
They have been minimized                      
In an unfamiliar direction.                   
                                        
All the speakers howled at once,               
Megadeth suddenly got fired up.                
Gluckon himself goes to the sea,                 
He sees the Admin there.                    
With the cook and the weaver,                 
With his wife, Baba Floparikha.               
Hai! - Monster Glukon told them,         
This is, like,my hangout.                  
Everyone in the VTsshku is scratching in droves,               
Bald patches shine at the gate -                
33 programs,                         
The hangover is causing all the grief.                   
All sloths are young                    
Daring parasites,                        
With a belly - as if by choice,              
They will deride "Belomor" in unison.                
Here the Administrator comes into the VC                  
The computer there is about the size of a house.          
The squirrel eats nuts in it                  
Gives them away hard,                      
Immediately closes the body,               
Sells in small wholesale,                 
And the simple floor is sown                    
Disks, like a shell.                 
                                        
The guests further - hastily,               
They look - well, Windows is a miracle,        
The whole wallpaper is already shining,              
Nothing slows down,                     
Not some kind of freebie,                    
Not mocking, not clumsy...               
Here the Administrator comes into the hall,                 
And the Admin suddenly finds out:                   
- Network freeze!                    
What do I see? What's happened?                  
How? - the port wine started to appear in it.          
He burst into tears.                     
And Adminshu hugs,                     
And fills the glasses...                  
Everyone fell under the table -So the feast went well.                 
And the weaver with the cook,                  
Matchmaker Baba Floparikha                
They went to steal RAM,                    
That's where they were caught.                   
Here they confessed everything,             
And they got drunk with everyone.                  
But Admin, although crooked,                
I sent all three home.               
                                        
The day has passed... About the Sysadmin            
This is how the epic ended.                 
I was there                              
Chopped in DOOM-Quake.