Иваси - Сказание о новых временах в селе Непутевка
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Fly flies low - responsible moment:
On the entire land of Russia there is an experiment.

Non-purpose in the parade decoration -
From the county arrived in the village
Captain - Probatism's leader
And the clinic leakager is naked.

Convey the command over
Before Celian, the leader hurries:
"Old Barin," says, he left his retirement,
You should choose a new one. "

"Tsar ordered," says the District, -
So that the people choose the Lord,
And I all, "says, - the bake in the chicken coop,
Who does not recognize the decree. "

The local clerk walked the scandalist:
"There is a doubt," says, it happened between us:
Not a concession whether the socialists
This wise princess decree? "

But, confidence in the soul is instring,
The leader answered simple:
"Democracy," says, only strengthens
Our native serf system. "

"I hear you, the chericar," says the District, -
You quit the doubts,
And not that, - says - the reserve into the chicken coop
So that with the people was stuck. "

And the people went around - where there!
"We are ready! For a long time, they say, it's time!
They say, come on, put forward candidates,
And the king-state cheers! "

A simple old woman Anice
From under the nose, tears dare:
"Yuriev Day," says, "waited,
Really I lived! "

"Aida, grandma," says the District, -
You are tongue bite
And not that, - says - the reserve into the chicken coop
How kept in Russia! "

"Here," said the greener of the nobility,
For a portrait of a sorry in his pocket, -
Count Tzimlyansky, fighter against drunkenness,
Candidate of Russian nobles. "

"Stand, stand, - Suddenly the clerk woo, -
There is no quorum! Oh oh oh!
And without him not to choose even a graph,
Although nobility - and our steering! "

"You are a hooker," says the District, -
What I quorum, - says, is yours - nonsense,
I re-, - says, - His chicken coop,
Embled when! "

Frosk came out in a rich dress:
"My man would be Barin, - Grit, - in!
We give the family on the contract
Five arrows instead of one! "

"So better than me!" Steppe shouted, "
Not froskina phenuha
I am Nalu Orthodox on a stack,
And Masons are a mellowe! "

"I have someone to you," the utility barnik, -
I am a police officer
Right now a ban - says you all in the chicken
Without an inquiry of the reasons! "

Someone was gicked, rushed to the shirt,
Candidates squeezed seven pieces
But first, the discipline smelled,
And then stopped at all.

Put forward as in a drunken fuel,
Already the gate was broken with loops,
Someone shouted: "And whether the barin is fucking!
Give the will - arrange the artel! "

The guy walks around the village,
All the shirt in the roosters,
Seen, the guy is very brave,
Not afraid of nothing.

The clerk shouted: "Freedom of the press!" -
But the people did not support him,
Because the verbs yes yay,
All hooks did not respect these.

But as I heard about the will,
Yes with the Earth, yes, so that
Then it started here
That as much as the flies pressed to Stern.

"You are Hamye! Intense Hari, -
The leader Zar-R-Rummer, -
I will write, "says, the sovereign,
Experiments to finish! "

But the element is squeezing-ka!
Earning a huge Fingal,
Only by night through Nagiyki
All in the chicken coop, the crackler drove.

And wildly innovative old woman Anice
In the pinch pushed the woven.
Here are those grandmother, and waited
Here are those grandmother, and Yuriev day!

Then birch, then rowan,
Kush Rakita over the river,
The edge of the native, forever beloved,
Where else will you find one!

Undeporting, undeporting,
You're your native side!
And no one will fix us,
Only Mother Cheese Earth ...