Леонид Сергеев - Симфония нутра
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Well, friends, get ready,
I am ready to tell you an old legend,
Which I am in childhood on a swing ...
Fell, broke up and lay in TIFU,
In the steppe, in the night, near Tsarevo-Kokshaysky,
And nurse Nina Peregud,
Shot drunk Mamelukov,
Squinting the left black eye.
I listened, I listened, I was like a sponge
Which the diver Sam Havimbi
Found in the wreckage of the Bencemes brig,
Successfully not sailing to Derbent,
Where they waited, oh, how they waited for Scipio -
Gulyak, Chice and playboy,
Known in Nagorno
Like Black Ibis-visakhapanam.
From there, the Hyperboreans came,
Knowing the meaning of the word "Gunka"
Not as they were understood by the counterparts
From the sunk island of Honshu.
They walked on the sands of the snare,
Singing like Natasha Koroleva,
They converged to the lake of gloan
And they listened to the symphony of the gut.
Oh, how much strength was in these sounds,
Rushing freely and flying
Himoically and cedo penetrating
In the subcortex, crust, ears, nose and mouth!
I was choking on the wealth of colors,
Melting in the frescoes of El Sortzando,
Which on the way from Haved
I drank my wife and a wonderful donkey.
And the glorious was the girl Nina!
One in the cabin of the tower crane
With a ragged counterweight cable
She gave birth to Yegorka herself.
She herself had a bite of the umbilical cord
Urgent stainless steel teeth
And I remembered how in a thousand crimson
Breeded by fires for the year
She, brother Nina Peregud,
Lay together under one overcoat
With Zuavas from Gavra Ruop
And she dreamed of something about the big.
And then the prophecy of Thutmoss came true -
Pyramidal poplar over the Hefren
Priests from the pharaoh riot police
They cut down and put on firewood.
And the poor heretic Jordano Bruno
Abundant sweat wiping with a scofile
Shouted that this hot weather
Affects the rotation of the Earth.
The earth moaned in the field of China.
Qin-shojuandi fought with the army of mines
And Qing warrior in a steeper helmet
He wrote on the walls of the pagoda: "No no."
On the bay of the taiga near Irkutsk
Japanese black belt of Kinza-Shiba,
From pain of howl, like Wolverine,
For the bathhouse, firewood beat firewood.
And Nina Nikolaevna Skvortsova,
In the girl’s friend Peregud,
I read aloud about the vileness of Freudism
Convicted in the tenth ITU.
I listened, I listened, I was like a sponge
Countess De-la-Boy-di-Arjento,
Which was bitten in a fit of passion
Cornet of the Ingenmarland Regiment.
Lip Sellla. The sea was worried.
Bora threw waves to Arkhangelsk,
Where are people, fired from freedom,
They asked to bring the gulls of bread.
The hungry son stood on a wave of
Holding an aspen stick in his hands.
He wanted to take the fish on the worm,
Dug in eternal permafrost.
And his mother, in the marriage of Skvortsov,
In one second she turned into fish,
And he pecked, and he roasted her,
And he ate, and survived, and continued the clan.
And so the legend ends,
Which I heard on the swing
Flying up to the sun, falling to the ground,
Like a pendulum-tick-tik, tick, tick-t.
It was or not - it doesn’t matter
Warm the tears of laughter and sadness
Live forever, fall to the ground,
Take off, and let it be warm!