Виктор Верстаков - Краткий курс новейшей истории Афганистана
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Of course they gave a swing
We are ten years ago
Calling Zahir-Shah
Both "Highness" and "brother".
We are a sailor factory for him
We give him coal
Yes, we loved cattle
Zahir-Shah King.

Armed to the teeth,
Drown his haron,
In general, they lived well
With this same Zahir.
And, kissing the gentlemen,
The one who is now above all,
Laid a brick-food
Under the Kabulsky Polytechnic.

But history as a means
Brick's pistium,
Where is Zahir, where is the kingdom?
Only the stone of Ilyich.

Another era began.
There, of course, but not here,
We welcome the prime minister
By the name of Daud.
Immediately offered help
And money and labor,
How they healed with a friend
With this same dowd.

Only again they gave a swing
This revolutionary
It turned out to be the brother of Shah
And agent of the FBI.
He was vile and two -faced,
And he, as a sin,
Kissed the ramp personally
The one who is now above all.

But the end of Judas came -
There, of course, and not here,
Tanks came out at Daud
No Daud - there are tanks.

And although we are early
They took the prince on bayonets
But we kiss, like a brother,
Nura Mura Taraki.
True, friends with Pakistan,
Books writes, letters,
From the treasury, like from a pocket,
Happed a lot on the children.

And party discords
Nepothevo reconciled
Shot who do not need
Who needs - did not shoot.

We were friends ideologically,
But the shelves were prepared
In general, they lived well
With Nur Mur Taraki.
Gave the order, gave loans,
And commanded through laughter:
"Vira, Nur, they say!" Or "Main"!
The one who is now above all.

But, the edge of the SSSRA,
Nur had one friend,
We welcome the prime minister
By the name of Amin.

I strangled the scoundrel with a pillow
Svo is a better friend
And buried a tarach carcass
Affer Afghan sand.

We, of course, are a telegram,
Like, Amin Hafizulla,
We don't know your drama
And you have your own business.
But, according to the bonds of friendship,
We can offer money
And military weapons,
So that you live calmer.

In general, we lived well
And with Amin to the end,
Shooting him with a sigh
In the middle of his palace.

Immediately cut the radio,
Like, Afghan land,
We have not forgotten about you
On the Babrak of Karmal!
True, he is a burnt bourgeois,
Guy and empty
But the ordained
Those who are now above all.

Under reliable protection
Planted in the palace
Where he was sitting forever drunk
With an important Duma on the face.

He dubbed him Kolya
By the name of Bobrov,
The troops were sent to love
He broke firewood in Afghan.

But the other who was all higher,
In our own country,
All, as they say, came out
And in the Kremlin legend.

We were pleased in appearance
But thought slightly
Maybe without Leonid,
No Babrak is needed here?
They thought for a long time, however,
Sail in all directions
For Bobrov, for Babrak,
For Kolyuh - pockets.

Yes, besides, a video
It began in the native land,
Either Andropov, then Chernenko,
That "spot" sits in the Kremlin.

We are for each that infection
Heaps of firewood were broken here,
Waiting for the order,
He came. Goodbye Bobrov!

Without pillow and without bullet
They did things quietly.
Look - already sits in Kabul
Specialist Najibullah.

True, at the university
He studied at the doctor
And people in the world
Often cut in a burn.
Leading the Hada organ
(This is their committee),
Who is necessary and not necessary -
I sent everyone to the next world.

Otherwise, normal small.
We could be a lot with him,
Yes, in the Kremlin "spot" rose:
Goodbye, Najib!

Make a "check"
And "Afghashka" who had,
In Hayraton or Kushka
Finding himself out of work.

In general, they left Afghan
Since the order is stupid given
Like, why other countries,
Afghan will be at home at home.

And we live perfectly that you,
We are again in our native country,
And cracking of machine guns
On civilian in war.

Democrats have fun,
The president screams "Hurray!".
And in my opinion, guys,
“Wack” them all.