А.Иващенко и Г.Васильев - Сказание о новых временах в селе Непутевка
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Fly fly low -
Responsible moment:
Throughout the land of the Russian
There is an experiment.

Nepothevka in ceremonial decoration -
I arrived in the village from the county
Captain - leader of the nobility
And the officer with the blade is on his way.

Bring the command from above
The leader is in a hurry to the villagers:
"Old master, - grit, - retired,
You must choose a new one. "

“The king ordered,” says the officer, “
So that the people choose gentlemen,
And I am all, - grit, - pro -chimmer,
Who will not comply with the decree. "

The local clerk was known as a scandalist:
There is doubt, - grit, - came out between us:
Is there a concession to the socialists
This wise tsarist decree? "

But, confident in the soul, inspiring
The leader gave the answer simple:
"Democrats, grit, only strengthens
Our native serfdom. "

Hey you, clerk, - grit the officer, -
You quit these doubts
And not that, - grit, - damn it in the chicken coop,
So that there was a popularity with the people. "

And the people went out - where is there!
"We are ready! For a long time, they say, it's time!
Like, come on, put forward candidates,
And the king-state cheers! "

A simple old woman Anisya
From under the nose the tears was daring:
“Yuryev day,” he says, “waited,
Have I survived! "

"Hey you, grandmother, - grit the officer, -
You are biting your tongue
And not that, - grit, - damn it in the chicken coop,
How is it in Rus'! "

“Here,” said the leader of the nobility,
For the portrait, slamming in the pocket -
Count Tsimlyansky, fighter against drunkenness,
Candidate from Russian nobles. "

“Stand, stand,” the clerk suddenly sucked, “
There is no quorum here! Oh oh oh!
And without it, you can’t even choose a graph,
Though the nobility and our steering! "

“You are hollow,” says the officer, “
What do I have a quorum - grit, - yours - nonsense,
I am a damn it, - grit, - his chicken coop
Ezhli is found when! "

Froska came out in a rich outfit:
“My man would be a master, - grit, - in!
My family and I give on a contract
Five screams in return for one! "

“It’s better than me!” Stepka shouted, “
And not Froskina pentyukh,
I pour the Orthodox on the pile,
And I will put a rooster to the Freemads! "

“Who am I to you,” the officer croaked, “
I am a policemen for you
Right now, the grit, - grit, - you are all in the chicken coop
Without an inquiry, reasons! "

Someone hobbled, rushed the shirt
Candidates were found seven,
But at first it smelled of a discipline
And then it stopped completely.

They put forward like in a drunken frenzy,
The gate was torn from the loops,
Someone shouted "Lee Lee Barin to us!
Give me free rein - we will arrange an artel! "

A guy walks around the village
The whole shirt in the roosters,
Apparently, the guy is very brave
Not afraid of anything

The clerk shouted: "Freedom of the press!" -
But the people did not support him
Because the verbs and yards
He did not respect all these hooks.

But as I heard about the will
Yes from the ground, so that with a horse,
Then here I began like this
That the flies pressed to the stern.

"You are hamier, wash the Hari, -
The leader of the zar-r-r-darked,-
I will write it off, - grit, they say, - to the sovereign,
Establishments to finish! "

But go to the element curb!
Having earned a huge fingal,
Only by night by nagike
The officer drove everyone into the chicken coop.

And the innocent old woman Anisie
They fell into the crowd wand.
Here are those grandmother, and waited
Here are those grandmother, and Yuryev day!

Either birch, then mountain ash,
Rakita bush above the river,
The land is native, forever beloved,
Where else will you find one!

Nepothevka, Nepothevka,
You are your native side!
And no one will correct us,
Only the mother of cheese is earth ...