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Жил я славно в первой трети
Двадцать лет на белом свете —
по учению,
Жил безбедно и при деле,
Плыл куда глаза глядели —
по течению.
Заскрипит
ли в повороте,
Затрещит
в водовороте —
я не слушаю,
То разуюсь,
то обуюсь,
На себя в воде любуюсь,
брагу кушаю.
И пока я наслаждался,
Пал туман и оказал... оказался
в гиблом месте я,
И огромная старуха
Хохотнула прямо в ухо,
злая бестия.
Я кричу — не слышу крика,
Не вяжу от страха лыка,
вижу плохо я,
На ветру меня качает...
"Кто здесь?" Слышу — отвечает:
"Я, Нелёгкая!
Брось креститься, причитая, —
Не спасет тебя Свята... Святая
Богородица:
Кто рули да вёсла бросит,
Тех Нелёгкая заносит —
так уж водится!"
И с одышкой, ожиреньем
Ломит, тварь, по пням-кореньям
тяжкой поступью.
Я впотьмах ищу дорогу,
Но уж брагу понемногу —
только по сту пью.
Вдруг навстречу мне живая
Колченогая, крива... кривая —
морда хитрая.
"Не горюй, — кричит, — болезный,
Горемыка мой нетрезвый, —
слёзы вытру я!"
Взвыл я, душу разрывая:
"Вывози меня, Крива... Кривая, —
я на привязи!
Мне плевать, что кривобока,
Криворука, кривоока, —
только вывези..."
Влез на горб к ней с перепугу,
Но Кривая шла по кругу —
ноги разные.
Падал я и полз на брюхе,
И хихикали старухи
безобразные.
Не до жиру — быть бы живым,
Много горя над обрывом,
а в обрыве — зла...
"Слышь, Кривая, четверть ставлю,
Кривизну твою исправлю,
раз не вывезла.
И ты, Нелёгкая маманя,
Хочешь истины в стакане
на лечение?
Тяжело же столько весить,
А хлебнёшь стаканов десять —
облегчение".
И припали две старухи
Ко бутыли медовухи —
пьянь с ханыгою.
Я пока за кочки прячусь,
Озираюсь, задом пячусь,
с кручи прыгаю...
Огляделся — лодка рядом,
А за мною по корягам,
дико охая,
Припустились, подвывая,
Две судьбы, две судьбы мои:
Кривая да Нелёгкая.
Грёб до умопомраченья,
Правил против ли теченья,
на стремнину ли...
А Нелёгкая с Кривою
От досады, с перепою
там и сгинули.
I lived gloriously in the first third
Twenty years in the world -
according to the teachings,
Lived comfortably and in business,
I sailed where my eyes looked -
with the flow.
Crites
whether in a turn,
Cracked
In the whirlpool -
I'm not listening
Then I get some kind of
then I am
I admire myself in the water
I eat mash.
And while I was enjoying
Pal fog and showed ... turned out
In a dead place, I
And a huge old woman
She laughed right in her ear
Evil beast.
I scream - I do not hear a cry,
I do not knit from the fear of a bast,
I see badly
It shaves me in the wind ...
"Who is there?" I hear - answers:
"I, difficult!
Rate to be baptized, lamenting, -
The holy will not save you ... Holy
Theotokos:
Who will ruts and go to the lumps,
It brings those difficult -
So it is! "
And with shortness of breath, obesity
Breaks, creature, on stumps-roots
heavy giving.
I am looking for a way.
But a little mash -
I drink only for stupa.
Suddenly to meet me alive
Cooked, crooked ... Curve -
The muzzle is cunning.
“Do not grieve,” shouts, “sick,
My wise is drunk, -
I will pull tears! "
I howled, breaking my soul:
"Take me, crooked ... Crooked, -
I am on a leash!
I don't care that crooked
Krivoruka, Krivok, -
Just move ... "
Climbed onto the hump to her with a fright,
But the curve went in a circle -
The legs are different.
I fell and crawled on the belly,
And the old women giggled
ugly.
Not to fat - to be alive,
A lot of grief over the cliff,
And in the cliff - evil ...
"Hey, crooked, I put a quarter,
I will correct your curvature
Once I did not take it out.
And you, difficult mother,
Do you want truth in a glass
for treatment?
It’s hard to weigh so much
And you will sip ten glasses -
relief".
And two old women fell
To the bottles of meads -
Drunk with the Hangoye.
I'm hiding behind the bumps,
I look around, I am he who is being fought,
I jump from twist ...
I looked around - the boat is nearby,
And behind me in the snags,
wildly groaning
They sat down, howling
Two destinies, my two destinies:
Curve and difficult.
Greek to the insanity,
Rules against whether
Lee on a dungeon ...
But not easy with crooked
From annoyance, with a river
They disappeared there.
Twenty years in the world -
according to the teachings,
Lived comfortably and in business,
I sailed where my eyes looked -
with the flow.
Crites
whether in a turn,
Cracked
In the whirlpool -
I'm not listening
Then I get some kind of
then I am
I admire myself in the water
I eat mash.
And while I was enjoying
Pal fog and showed ... turned out
In a dead place, I
And a huge old woman
She laughed right in her ear
Evil beast.
I scream - I do not hear a cry,
I do not knit from the fear of a bast,
I see badly
It shaves me in the wind ...
"Who is there?" I hear - answers:
"I, difficult!
Rate to be baptized, lamenting, -
The holy will not save you ... Holy
Theotokos:
Who will ruts and go to the lumps,
It brings those difficult -
So it is! "
And with shortness of breath, obesity
Breaks, creature, on stumps-roots
heavy giving.
I am looking for a way.
But a little mash -
I drink only for stupa.
Suddenly to meet me alive
Cooked, crooked ... Curve -
The muzzle is cunning.
“Do not grieve,” shouts, “sick,
My wise is drunk, -
I will pull tears! "
I howled, breaking my soul:
"Take me, crooked ... Crooked, -
I am on a leash!
I don't care that crooked
Krivoruka, Krivok, -
Just move ... "
Climbed onto the hump to her with a fright,
But the curve went in a circle -
The legs are different.
I fell and crawled on the belly,
And the old women giggled
ugly.
Not to fat - to be alive,
A lot of grief over the cliff,
And in the cliff - evil ...
"Hey, crooked, I put a quarter,
I will correct your curvature
Once I did not take it out.
And you, difficult mother,
Do you want truth in a glass
for treatment?
It’s hard to weigh so much
And you will sip ten glasses -
relief".
And two old women fell
To the bottles of meads -
Drunk with the Hangoye.
I'm hiding behind the bumps,
I look around, I am he who is being fought,
I jump from twist ...
I looked around - the boat is nearby,
And behind me in the snags,
wildly groaning
They sat down, howling
Two destinies, my two destinies:
Curve and difficult.
Greek to the insanity,
Rules against whether
Lee on a dungeon ...
But not easy with crooked
From annoyance, with a river
They disappeared there.
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