Александр Галич - На сопках Манчьжурии
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Alexander Galich. On the hills of Manchuria.

Memory of Mikhail Mikhailovich Zoshchenko (1895 St. Petersburg -1958 Leningrad)

In the swearing Saturday, the shalmanchik
The monkey slept on the shoulder at the handler,
And when she woke up, her eyes are creepy
Expressed almost human desperation,
And the barrel organ of dodel about the hills of the Manchurian,
And Tamarka-Bufettz was very sad ...

Sleeps Gaolyan,
The hills are covered with haze ...

Tomki trawed
And not Tomka - they called the tomorrow,
Kissed cute in Sosoka,
And it smelled not beer, but April,
Maybe indeed at that high -rise
He disappeared, chopped up and shot ...

Here because of the clouds the moon flashed
Graves store peace ...

And the last artican is a fragment of the empire,
Everything was dusting in front of Tomka with peacock feathers,
He broke out, skin, bourgeois manners -
Then, they say, warm beer, then the meat is cool,
And the barrel organ of dodel about the hills of the Manchurian,
And a rolling monkey slept on her shoulder ...

Quietly around
The wind fog carried away ...

And sharing longing, like young ladies,
Sanned whores with drunks,
And the charming man ate, infection, Hashi,
The drunks winked lovely -
Say, your money will be ours,
Say, you are pleased - it is useful to me!

On the hills of Manchuria, warriors are sleeping,
And the Russians are not heard tears ...

And about ten hours, and maybe earlier,
An incomprehensible eccentric appeared in a shalman,
He looked like a suddenly aged boy.
For a story printed by a certain magazine,
A thick -northern bastard with the eyes of a deceiver
He announced an eccentric popularly by a deceiver ...

Let Gaolyan
Will bring you sweet dreams ...

He sat an eccentric at the table and pressed into the corner,
And tapped his fingers lightly,
And he said that he would rest a bit
After a pause, he added tensely, -
“If there is a“ bohead ”, then for God's sake,
Give me a bottle of "Borjoma ..."

Sleep the heroes of the Russian land,
Fatherlands of his native sons ...

The monkey woke up, stuck quietly,
I looked at the guest who crouched around
And Tamarka-Bufetchitsa is a ruble bitch,
Shook embarrassedly hairstyle pegia,
And she said: “Sorry, but we don't have a dining room,
Only you wait, I run to the corner ... "

Quietly around
The wind fog carried away ...

And the eccentric looked at the monkey,
Fingers tapped Morzyanka,
As if he called her to the rescue,
Surprised at his homeless
As if he was asking - remember?
And she nodded - yes, I'll remember. -

Here because of the clouds the moon flashed
Graves store peace ...

Tamarka returned with a boot -
I pushed pushed the handlers with a boot,
And Tamarka poured an eccentric half a half,
(Did not know such honors in Shalman),
And Tamarka, looking at the handling man at point blank
Ordered: "Play, - a person alone."

Quietly around
The wind fog carried away ...

Swat whores with drunks
Only flies rustled wings ...
For some reason it became very quiet,
A strange minute has come -
Incomprehensible, alien famously -
It has become a common dashing for some reason!

On the hills of the Manchu warriors are sleeping,
And the Russians are not heard tears ...

The silence did not explode either obscenities or logs,
Monkey sipel with riveted bronchi,
And the artican manman, forgetting his cards,
I appointed himself - they say, play, but keep silent, -
And almost inaudibly saying, I thank, -
The eccentric leaned over the hand of Tamarkina ...

Let Gaolyan
Will bring you sweet dreams ...

And the eccentric left, not taking the change,
I wished everyone in Shalman.
This is the strange era -
Do not burn in the fire - and drown in a puddle!
The monkey was very bad
The person was much worse!

Sleep the heroes of the Russian land,
Fatherlands of his native sons ...