Андрей Родионов - Синий эльф
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When I hear the train roaming
or how the train taps
I remember how in childhood with my friend,
Young Voldemar
I went for a walk on the river under the railway bridge, which
Ichka was called
Various score swam across the river
As if Ichka took a start in the sewer well
And there was a wasteland around - Scottish style
heather, verba, rusty Cossacks

This is not to say that it was an insanely beautiful place,
on the contrary, a feeling of some kind of horror,
Not that, you know, they were afraid of an elf knight,
and what the hell is not joking, the devil is joking everyone

And here we are going, and I tore off, by the way, Clover,
And suddenly young Voldemar, my companion,
He says to me - look to the north rather
There is some kind of dude in a green jacket

let's follow him soon we break
It can be seen that he is a decent and interesting person
companion!
I say - Voldemar! Now we are laughing with you,
And no matter how it came to the dude to laugh the last!

Firstly, this dude does not go, but flies over Ichka,
secondly, he does not have a green jacket, but a black raincoat
Better go and electric trains
Let's look with you, Voldemar, my boy!

And in general, a dude is some kind of gloomy freak!
But then my comrade suddenly became stubborn
And he says - you know, people who spit into a well,
They do not do this because they didn't like the water

And after that dude we rushed in pursuit,
And I had a clover, later this circumstance
It will become important
Here we see a clearing from both sexes chrono
Everyone sits on logs and thumps terribly

This dude sits in the center, pours
And in his hand he has a cup of crystal
Suddenly some homeless person, pretending that something is raising,
Says - take a fuck from here fucking

I've been in their party for seven years
drank from that crystal bowl and is already doomed
fifty -seven years without stopping
Blag their elven moonshine!

But Voldemar, because only I had a clover,
I did not see the infernality of the local lads
The Council of a good homeless did not believe
I went to the center of the circle and from the elf Cup
I drank some kind of bourd

And then, as they say, he precipitated!
I ask the homeless: - Is it possible to help my friend
He answers - hide under the canopy of forest plantations
And for the time being, do not cross the border of our magic circle

Take a leaf in your right hand
and by the hour by five in the morning, when everyone calms down,
Go to the center of the circle and the elven cup of the spizdi
from which our leader loves to dare

Nine times go around us all sleeping
And then throw this bowl on the dick
You will also bring me a Zhigulevsky box -
I listened to this speech with some fear

But he did everything as he ordered an alcoholic mutant,
brought beer, took the bowl, went around them all 9 times,
Everyone slept, only one bum-reaplick
I muttered through a dream - what are you hanging around here, fagot ...

Then my friend woke up and we ran home,
But in the afternoon, when there was no one, we returned and
They searched all the bushes
In search of a bowl in which there was an elven drink,
but found only a piece of basalt with a deepening,
And in it a drop of dew.