Леонид Сергеев - На уроке Географии
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На уроке географии я смотрю на карту Родины,
Карта Родины огромная - занимает полстены.
И учительница-умница повторяет все, что пройдено,
Говорит нам о достоинствах нарисованой страны.
Вот леса ее зеленые, реки синие-пресиние,
Горы острыми вершинами так и рвутся в небеса.
То, что в центре расположено, называется Россиею,
Это, дети, наша Родина, наша гордость и краса!
А на этой территории за колючими заборами
В содержании беспривязном, день за днем, за годом год
Ходит, бродит неприкаянно со щенками, да с матерыми,
С перебитою хребтиною зверь по имени "народ"!
А глаза его горящие, зубы острые-преострые,
Лапы сильные, да глупые - только могут загребать.
И по мартовской по распутице, заблудившись между соснами,
Он ревет, откинув голову, вспоминая чью-то мать!
А земля его народная вся разбита на загончики,
В них рождаются и старятся, тихо воют по ночам.
А на самом толстом дереве возвышаются загонщики,
Чтоб народ не ерепенился и не очень-то рычал.
Ну, а чья-то пасть раскроется - жить, мол, хочется по-Божески,
То они слезают с дерева, сразу стон со всех сторон!
И опять побольше прежнего балалаечки да ложечки
Через радиоприемники навевают сладкий сон.
Так и маются, сердешные, на огромной карте Родины,
Так и бродят, перекатные, кто с сумой, а кто с клюкой.
И учительница-умница повторяет все, что пройдено,
И зачем-то география и я маленький такой!
In the geography lesson, I look at the map of the homeland,
The card of the homeland is huge - it occupies half a wall.
And the Umnitsa teacher repeats everything that has been passed
He tells us about the advantages of a drawn country.
Here is its green forests, the rivers are blue-peeling,
Mountains with sharp peaks are torn to heaven.
What is located in the center is called Russia,
These are children, our homeland, our pride and beauty!
And in this territory behind the thorny fences
In the content of the unobtrusive, day after day, after year of the year
Walks, wanders restlessly with puppies, and with seasoned ones,
With an interruption of the ridge of a beast named "people"!
And his eyes are burning, his teeth are sharp, audible,
The paws are strong, and stupid - they can only rake.
And according to the March in the Rasputic, lost between the pine trees,
He roars, leaning his head, remembering someone's mother!
And its whole earth is all divided into corrals,
They are born and aged, quietly howl at night.
And on the thickest tree, the beaters rush,
So that the people do not be abundant and not really growl.
Well, someone's mouth will reveal-to live, they say, I want to be a child,
Then they get off the tree, immediately a moan from all sides!
And again, more the previous balalai and spoon
Through radio receivers, they evoke a sweet dream.
So they are ill, cordial, on a huge map of the homeland,
So they roam, rush, who is with a bag, and who is with a key.
And the Umnitsa teacher repeats everything that has been passed
And for some reason geography and I am so small!
The card of the homeland is huge - it occupies half a wall.
And the Umnitsa teacher repeats everything that has been passed
He tells us about the advantages of a drawn country.
Here is its green forests, the rivers are blue-peeling,
Mountains with sharp peaks are torn to heaven.
What is located in the center is called Russia,
These are children, our homeland, our pride and beauty!
And in this territory behind the thorny fences
In the content of the unobtrusive, day after day, after year of the year
Walks, wanders restlessly with puppies, and with seasoned ones,
With an interruption of the ridge of a beast named "people"!
And his eyes are burning, his teeth are sharp, audible,
The paws are strong, and stupid - they can only rake.
And according to the March in the Rasputic, lost between the pine trees,
He roars, leaning his head, remembering someone's mother!
And its whole earth is all divided into corrals,
They are born and aged, quietly howl at night.
And on the thickest tree, the beaters rush,
So that the people do not be abundant and not really growl.
Well, someone's mouth will reveal-to live, they say, I want to be a child,
Then they get off the tree, immediately a moan from all sides!
And again, more the previous balalai and spoon
Through radio receivers, they evoke a sweet dream.
So they are ill, cordial, on a huge map of the homeland,
So they roam, rush, who is with a bag, and who is with a key.
And the Umnitsa teacher repeats everything that has been passed
And for some reason geography and I am so small!
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