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This story in a nutshell
I'll tell you, show in my arms
I brought it to you on my feet
In other languages, it will not be ah

Somehow in the Temkom was in the houses
Where everything is in the ranks, at posts, on the show
For a long time on the horns, the general in boots
Through the word he inserted the word "fucking"

I experienced an incomprehensible fear
I was in many countries and the edges
In five dialects, languages
I say, but I don't know the words "fucking"

I dug in tired brains for a long time
In libraries, on shelves, in tables
Asked in the field, in sand and snow
Lost in volumes, unsteady traces

I met a gray -haired monk
He took out Talmud-almanac from under the cassock
The air shocked, he talked about gods
But never inserted the word "fucking"

Then a veteran, all such in the orders
Talked about affairs on military fronts
How they are on the teeth, in screws, on the lips
With some word "Stalin", but not "fucking"

Slow guy, not at the wretches with him
Told me about acidic mushrooms
Sit on scales, blue clouds
In pink glasses ... Stop! Where is the "fucking"?

Fight in the porch on fists
Conversation about debts, about some matters
Swing right in the groin, blood on the lips ...
Ah ... I decided not to wait for the word "whores" ...

Small child in small years
Rolled in the park in highbons-humping skates
Stared at the grand scale, the whole muzzle in tears
Here from him I especially expected the words "whores"

Three in the morning on the old watches
Standing in socks and family cowards
Digging without meaning in your hair
I realized: do not find this word "fucking"!

Brother's wife's wife, on pancakes
They drank a lot, but the word "fucking"
Nobody, infection, has never said
From disorder, leaving, I broke a vase

And lo and about a miracle, I was heard by good Allah
The hostess of the house said "fucking"
There was a bazuka in her thick hands
Now I'm on the run, but I understood the meaning ... Hmm, whores!