Алексей Щипков - молодой монах тибетский
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... a young monk Tibetan,
In a red skirt with a tie,
riding a bike
Through mountain gorges!
With a large Chinese thermos,
With a jacket of newspapers from Lhasa,
and with a coop of a huge TsamPa,
And with the notes on the dharma!
In his shoulder bag
There are many objects a lot -
lip meat, copper kettle,
Learning texts of Milarepa songs,
To them are chords on the guitar,
their translation into German,
and cassettes from Krishnoloki,
And the Dictionary of China-Russian!
Yes, even iron iron,
and a pump with a gas mask,
inflatable pool "Jaccus",
Yes Tiber Tibetan fat!
On the hand - big watches,
And on the neck of the bell,
Yes, even Damara is old,
And to him Kangling, of course!
He rides a mountain path,
joyfully pedaling
And sings selflessly
From the Titanic he is a song.
And the beauty is like that
Yaki jump on the rocks,
and welcome the monk,
Roaming on the hind legs together.
Locals of the village
Everyone runs to meet him
And they throw the footnies
In a long body from the trailer!
He looks in response with a smile,
distributes money for free,
And simultaneously explains
Comments on texts.
Awesome tourists,
in bruises from extensions,
and with rubbed pants,
They ask for all blessings!
Our precious Rinpoche
He reads poetry loudly,
and gives - not everyone, of course,
Dorje-Sempa, the publication.
The children are joyful.
Who is with a bouquet, some with a watermelon,
And they hug Rinpoche,
And loving, they tickle him.
He plays hide and seek with them,
to cards, in blind men, in catch -ups,
scurrying around the throat
Something there is from the guru-puji.
... Suddenly a Chinese, an angry bastard,
It gets out unnoticed
From the basement of the tourist agency -
Apparently, he worked there.
He went to the monk behind
grinning, just like Mao,
And his eyes with his hands
Closes so quietly.
But the monk was not afraid,
He began to guess: "Karmapa?
Dalai Lama? Ole Nidal?
Or maybe a gampop?
State oracle?
Roman dad? Namkhai Norbu?
Or you are a choke rinpoche,
Or my uncle from Sikkim?
Aunt Dolma? Uncle Nima?
Dyadin is a little nephew?
Or my friend that is selling
In Delhi all sorts of carpets?
Maybe Shoko Asahara?
Or son Raji Gandhi?
Or a guard from Rumtak,
What did my hundred rupees clamped? !! "
... so he guessed for a long time,
I counted on my fingers,
Mistracting more and more
numerous acquaintances.
People were just wondering
what kind of memory of the monk,
and sighed sympathetically,
And they even prompted!
Here the Chinese is tired of
Listen to relatives lists,
He yelled: "How much can you? !!
Will you ever finish ?? !!!
I'm not karmapa
And even more so, not a dolma,
And I do not trade carpets,
And finally, I'm not a Tibetan !!!!
I wanted early in the morning
Support you on your neck
so you don't wander here
With songs about Dalai Lama !!
You are my tirade
the mood has spoiled everything,
I managed to get hungry
In general, everything, go to FIG !!!
Think - Gampopa!
Namkhai Norbu! Ole Nidal!
Who are you taking
The son of a glorious Celestial Empire?!
How to lose time with you
I will practice the Ti-tzu !!! "
- And with such an angry speech
The Chinese quickly fell off.
And our beloved Rinpoche
blew, spat, laughed,
I picked up all the offers,
And I went on to myself!
So got to the cave
He quickly retired in it,
I erased TsAMPU, drank tea,
Played a little in the bone
concentrated attention
on a luminous object,
And while the object was glowing,
He reached Sambodhi Samyak!
... and the moral of this story
It will be understandable:
Here's how non -violence is possible
To defeat enemies and reptiles!
After all, the monk was not angry
and did not give the Chinese in the teeth,
did not crack a bell
And he did not whistle into the ear in the ear!
He collected and increased
Thus, merits,
And therefore so fast
He achieved what needed !!!