Владимир Высотский - Бермудский треугольник
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Dear transfer!
Saturday, almost crying,
All Kanatchikov Dachi
I was torn to the TV.

Instead of eating, wash,
In prick and forget
The whole crazy hospital
The screens gathered.

He spoke, breaking his hands
Krasnobai and Balamut
About the powerlessness of science
Before the secret Bermud
.
I broke all the brains into pieces
All the gyrus was braided.
And the Kanatchikovs of the authorities
Chopping us the second injection!

Dear editor!
Maybe it’s better to the reactor?
About your favorite lunar tractor? ..
After all, you can’t do it in a row
Then they scare plates -
Say, vile, fly,-
Then your dogs bark
Then the ruins say!

We have something to do what,
We hit the plates all year,
We have already eaten a dog on them
(If the cook does not lie to us),

And medicines are piles
We are to the toilet, who is not a fool.
This is life, and suddenly, Irmuda.
Here are the times! You can't!

We did not make a scandal -
We were missing the leader:
There are few real violent ones,
There are no leaders.

But for machinations and nonsense
We have nets and nonsense,
And they will not spoil us lunch
Evil machinations of enemies!

These are their thin devils
Blue the water in the pond!
This was all invented by Churchill
In the eighteenth year!

We are talking about explosions, about fires
Composed a note to TASS ...
But then the orderlies rushed
And fixed us.

Those who were especially a hardware
Washed to the backs of beds.
Paranoic fought in the foam,
Like a witcher on the Sabbath:
"You will untie the towels
Gentiles, Loops!
We are bummer in our hearts
And we are bummer in our souls! "

Forty shower shuts down,
Dobla scattered -
How much worry
Triangular affairs!

Everyone was almost crazy -
Even who was insane-
And then the head physician Margulis
The TV forbade.

He, a snake, loomes in the window,
Stepsel hides behind the back!
I gave a sign to someone, it is so,
The paramedic pulled out the wires!

And we have to prick
And fall to the bottom of the well,
And there is an abyss, at the bottom of the well,
Like in Bermuda, forever!

Well, the children will ask tomorrow,
Visiting us in the morning:
"Dads! What did these
Dr. candidates? "

We will open our children
The truth is not the same -
"Amazing -a radio
But it is prohibited! "

And there is a dantic namedean Rudik.
He has a trial receiver,
He twists him at night -
Catching, contrast, Germany!

He was there for a merchant on the shmutoks -
And he moved by reason
And he came to us in the waves of a terrible one,
And with a number on the leg.

He came running, excited extremely,
And the message shocked us,
As if our scientific liner
In the triangle, mired,
Disgrated, spent fuel,
All broke up into pieces ...
But our two crazy brothers
Picked up the fishermen.

Those who survived the cataclysm
They are in pessimism.
Them yesterday in a glass prism
They brought to our hospital,
And one of them, mechanic,
Told, escaping from the nannies,
That the Bermuda multi -party -
Unfurpted navel of the Earth!

"What was there? How did you escape?" -
Everyone climbed and molested.
But the mechanic was only shaking
And the chinars shot.

He cried, then laughed
Then bristled like a hedgehog ...
He mocked us!
Well, crazy -what will you take.

The former alcoholic soared
Matereshnik and seditious:
"We need to drink a triangle!
For three of him! Give you! "

Distributed, so it was pinched:
"The triangle will be drunk!
Were it a parallelepiped
If he was a circle, a louse! "

Let the crazy idea
Do not decide in a burn!
Call us soon
Through a document of a headquarters.

With respect. Date, signature.
Answer us, otherwise
If you are not responding
Oh, we will write to Sportloto!