Константин Беляев - Письмо внука деду из лагеря
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A letter from the grandson
Got Fedot,
His grandson is like a bitch
He lives in the camp

I wish you health
Cute grandfather Fedot,
Went to me a parcel,
Mazenny you are in your mouth!

With a tobacco horseradish,
I wrote more than once
With crackers too
Old Pidaras,

Not very crackers
Lard, oil walked,
The old woman will sew up -
In her mouth her fuck

Here is such boredom -
Feed the ass of the flea,
You would be here Padluka
He died with hunger

I'm not sweet now
Neither wife nor mother
Send the parcel,
Fuck you in your mouth!

I finish the letter,
Cute grandfather Fedot,
We walked soon the parcel,
Masanny you are in your mouth

The old grandfather did not leave the grandson without attention,
The letter of Egorke-Vanuka is the grandfather Fedot answers answer

Hello dear granddaughter,
Grandfather writes to you
You, brother, real
The camp sings

You ask you, Egor,
Hang the tobacco,
Fuck you, Egor,
Not a crepe.

The old woman does not tell
Lard, oil, smell
You will be, Padluka,
Fuck now suck.

You write, Egor,
That your mother is not your mother
So for everything for this
Fuck you in your mouth.

I sat, Baddyuk,
More yours
And no handouts
I did not expect from anyone.

Sheru with your hands
I have to, fool,
Schaub have in your pocket
Strong tobacco.

So, grandson, Egor,
Collect bulls
From me, the parcel
You, an asshole, do not wait.

Give you to the urcks
From me,
There is such a thing in the world
Zaebary grandfather