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Puppeteer

Laughter, noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse-
The third day is a holiday on the fair area ...

Noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse-
The third day is a holiday ...
Holiday...

Laughter, noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse-
The third day is a holiday on the fair square!
People are kneaded into a shallow arrogance
They are the owners of desires here!

Laughter, noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse-
The third day is a holiday on the fair square!
People are kneaded into a shallow arrogance
They are the owners of desires here! ..

Invisible hands masters pull the threads,
Reviving dolls, collecting spectators
Closer to the stage, instead of which-
Round chest-
Signs are barely visible under a layer of dust,
Felts of letters ...
The face hides the hood-
They say he is dark
Poke a finger-
Like a foreigner
From there- from the south ...
There may be a Caucasian,
Although not often
People got to these places
There will be a week soon,
Like the northern waters
They brought his ship to our shallows!
Skillful, slightly noticeable movements
He conveys feelings to puppets,
Without stress,
Around delight, excitement, fear
Everything is in his hands!
My God, the dolls seemed to come to life of someone's will!-
Each vote has according to her role
Male, female, kind, flattering
It sounds so natural!
Close circles surrounded this action,
The local
Where puppet faces flash,
They seem to someone familiar as if ...
Coins fly to the old chest,
Only explosions of laughter are heard to the master,
Noise of applause,
From swear words, the palms are covered with ears to children ...

Noise, fraction of the hooves of the horse-
The third day is a holiday on the fair square!
People are kneaded into a shallow arrogance
They are the owners of desires here! ..

Slow recitative
With a lyrical motive
I pronounce the ancient spell,
Inspiring the soul into the doll,
Blindly fulfilling any orders
The consequence of magical knowledge,
Stolen in sources
Secret occult scripture
A thief caught will hang in a leash in a chained
In the hands of the law!
With fatal ritual punishment!
In creating a guise
I keep similarity
Without distinction
With those who are already resting in a dead bed,
Rething him to honor decency ...
I sharpened my soul in the image of a puppet,
Like a bird in a cage,
And now my humble "children"
Play in different genres,
Exactly
Performing artists
Tragic, comedians, comedians,
Under the onslaught of the movements of the hands,
Hidden from prying eyes,
They bring the audience similar to them to ecstasy,
Acting is flaunting
All the baseness and dirt!
During the presentation
Each time crazy crowds! ..
Dressed in a hoodie
I pierce the sneaky
With a penetrating look
Standing nearby spectators,
Watching with a mockery of my performance,
And now they are, as always, arrogant and proud,
Too important
Loose girls
Pleasant incense intelligent
I see everyone on the threads hanging! ..
Further on the main gathering
There is still a guy
On the face, the confidence of excessive
Just the cross of the world!
Plunges his dirty deeds,
Golden sparkles,
The generosity of relatives is visible in relation to the son ...
I came up with a children's role for a fairy -tale warlock
At the end, the good king defeats this predator!
And in my hand a new plastic doll-
Mock grimace
A green piece of paper sticks out of her pocket-
Take a look at a copy of yesterday's poor thing!
What is happening leads to me to surprise
Around the enthusiastic exclamations
The same images
The audience does not cause suspicion
The expression does not change in their faces ...
In the other hand, a nondescript figure appears-
The dolls according to the script move-
Sparkles the blade, the knife cuts the throat
The character of papier-meshe-
I hear cats in my soul scraping!
To an alarm accompaniment
On the stage, a pile of a romantic plot
To him an epigraph in the headings of morning newspapers! ..

On stage, the detective plot is in full swing,
Changing comedy, reaches the extreme ...
Hopping t