Игорь Христенко - Былина о мужике с полученькой
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As in the neighboring one in the city

The man went home with a desk

With a half -of -the -class and with money

He did not drink everything, he was a traveling way.

And towards him and shaken

"Zhiguli" with men's men

Guys with heavy fists

It would be better if I drank everything to a penny.

And how the iron door creaked

And how all three came out at once

They say in quiet voices:

You give us a man money.

You give us them in a good way

There is a coat on you Sirenevo

Everything will be red and wet

And your gut is undergone

And your head and head

We will break and in front and in front

And your hands are skilled

The dogs will eat homeless

And your widow is inconsolable

Straight to the cemetery and hang

And your orphans of the cold

There will be no one to lead to the orphanage

And your apartment is two -room

Change without any pity

Evaluated the consequences

And give us your money soon

As in the neighboring one in the city

The man went home with a desk

He was not fast he was tired

And I looked quietly back

There on the street behind him

"Zhiguli" burned out broken

And men washed with a tear

They grunted on the asphalt.

Where the eye blinks there now Fingal

And where the nose stuck there in general sadness

Of the three of them, there was only one of them

The word mom is quietly utter

And the moral here is that it is not necessary

Flies to catch hedgehog is caught

Times are now not easy

And the police are too busy

If you want to live until old age

And fight off all dirty tricks

You go and look

And carrying a mount with you.