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Citizen Poet — Cucumber-killer. D. Bykov reads poetry M. Efremov (video version)

Опубликовано Июл 10, 2011 в Blog-English


Today home who keeps

Safer than others?

Look for a minute.

I’m afraid to guard its borders

One was —

Onishchenko.

Not once, not ten

native people

His wit

rescued from the wine-Georgian

of prey sprat

And from

maidan fat.

Now he saw,

that somewhere out there

Hoping to break through here,

In teeth

squeezing

intestinal strain

Polzeath

cucumber-killer.

In response

Gennady roared Revolutionary Committee,

Everywhere

canines looking for enemies,

And all the boundaries

a jerk

Shut

an alien vegetable.

Now

at the sight of him tick

Meschanishka barrel rolls,

That, say,

no imports

vegetables

We in Russia are not enough.

Signs of panic we are strange.

Do not fear us

nothing finally can!

Not enough? Yes more

than half of the country

We polls

vegetables!

Lying on the grass

stand

hang

Noise,

TV broadcasting on …

Where once was

cherry orchard —

Now

ridge vegetable!

Grow

of spreading and powerful.

Bacteria them —

hindrance to it?

Dried grasses

mushrooms gone,

A fruit has long gone.

A vegetable throughout the ten years

Made me

encampment. No reliable,

fleshy no

And the harder

Russian vegetable.

Its climate and not ruin.

Manure around —

crescendo!

And the first channel

and the second channel

His irrigate generously.

Razdut nitrate,

washed out to shine,

Knows how to say nicely:

His bunt in vegetable slicers,

And he said:

— Thank you!

Rob

fuck

cook,

salt —

What Delov want more?

We are the world

getting ready to fill up

Excess

Russian vegetable.



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