Владимир Шандриков - Ум За Разум, Прямо Таки Сразу...
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Mind for the mind, just right away,
The mind went on to mind at once.
Walked along the bazaar - and it is necessary - right away,
He lost his glasses, but found a portfolio.

Crusted a glass - an old portfolio,
The angry bitch-tutor stuck.
What is the portfolio? Better a gamanchik
With a greasy threele - and that was yes!

I am sitting not catchy, on, do and not flat,
Fat, pot -bellied, like a samovar.
I feel just - on the kind, like boards,
Boards - so the boards: will go into the yard!

Tyry, it means bars - I'm right in the bazaar,
He looked at Tara nevertheless - opened his mouth.
In packs, money, pressed thousands!
He bulged the eyes, already threw it into sweat.

Logging money, and where do you get it?
I feel how gray hair arrived in the temples.
A million is no less, and you still will not be received,
Even if you buy a whole store.

To pass, what, police? No, not good!
Yes, and dug, it would be a bit.
And these packs are even a ruble of twenty blood,
So you will earn and say: - Hammer!

And even a bullet in the back: - And here is only half!
The other half, they say, you hid yourself!
I heard how they suspected - they are tortured with guillotine,
And they just drag on different KGB!

I feel - the greyhound, Nemea, and bald
I’m staring around, I’m entering the museum.
In the middle of gypsum beauties, the pelagey fat,
Helling pearls, I barely find it.

She, at least a technician, looks decent,
And if it undresses - Bridget Burdo.
Of course, not Venus, but something venue,
I observe it a long time ago.

- You hear, Pelagia, you are my lovers,
Enough to carry the museum with a rag!
Here we buy a bamazei, sew a blouse to you,
You can become in the museum itself.

- Oh, Kolya, Kolya, you crawled, or something,
Where does the money come from? Only debts!
Again, or something, children are casting to school?
Give me a mock, don't scream your brains!

- And I do not hover - rush, sho Gutar.
Take a better skirt, I'm with a briefcase!
Found here in the bazaar. Do you know what in Tara?
There is a well -being for the whole relatives!

I whisper in her ear: - Rise, old woman!
Yes, pull your finger out of your nostril!
In short, everything is captured, count everything paid,
We will dress, shift from head to toe.

First - the rank according to the rank: the Maltsy - it's time for the sheepskin,
The eldest son is Pima by winter,
Fucking - on the dress. Avdotya in rags:
“They bought it for themselves,” he will say, “and me?”

We’ll fix the hut and matchmaker,
Mother -in -law is a dog, and a son -in -law is a pig.
He recently for us meat according to the blat,
From Ashgabat sent a whole kulia.

- Hey, Pelagia, run as soon as possible,
Throw your buckets, I'm trembling.
Waiting for us in Riga and Yalta are waiting for us,
Or maybe we’ll cut down the hut to Paris!

Let's go to the sea, there are tangerines,
We will buy moccasins, let's go to the theater.
There will be geese, chickens for money, hens,
Say, cow and white phone.

I would not forget what to buy,
What else to snatch.
"Volzhanka", a leather jacket, a sheepskin coat, a berdanka,
Ax, rocker, Rezhevkina Mother!

We are sore, kosim, fishing,
And the pennies are not faded, but it was lucky!
- What are you, Pelagia, shake, crying?
Nope, I did not go crazy, money-in!

She doesn't believe me. I covered the door
So that no one would see, but what.
It is stuffed in my expensive briefcase,
On, admire how much you found!

Opened in a swing - aso the heels were gaze,
I was learning ovichechiki.
In packs lay in an old portfolio,
Yo-ke-Ma-me-na! - Mustard!