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Variations on a theme
T. called. "Sadistic" poem:
Showa cherries on the tree for useful,
Caretaker Matthew takes bleed.
Shot! There was a piercing scream ...
Forty second!? - The old man grinned.
OPTIONS:
* * *
O. Khayyam
Gorby no shoulders, Matthew, and do not need to cry.
The death of Seva you can easily justify - so many cherries shot saved, thank God!
Hence, the fall will again liqueur.
* * *
William Shakespeare
Love and death are as close as two hands,
But I think that if the unfortunate Showa,
When, contrary to common morality,
Secretly reached for cherries on the tree?
Yes, he loved! He loved their delicate flavor,
Their flavor, their sweet juice and pulp.
But I could not bear the load of love,
And lost it ... Oh I do not cry.
From the stormy passions find peace,
Now he lies in the bush sage,
Struck by the fair hand
Severe St. Matthew.
Different love comes to us,
But the fee for it is known - blood.
* * *
M. Basho
Matthew Marks-san.
The blood of the young samurai
Like a cherry juice ...
* * *
Krylov
Showa prankster, a small seven years,
Considered, as they say, to his sorrow,
What sweet cherries on someone else's courtyard.
This happens with children.
Though mama ten times a day
He asserted: "God will punish severely thieves»,
But Seva all the words about God
I perceived as chatter.
Deciding to dine with cherry relish,
To neighbor - Shasta!
In the garden, he said, with the agility of a bear,
I managed to climb a tree,
But at the same time he made a noise,
What alarmed the neighbors.
And already, because of the branches,
At Seva looks grandfather Matthew.
He took off from the face of cobweb,
One movement quickly, deftly
From under the counter pulled a rifle
And he took aim at the bastard.
Doublet! Sprinkle with foliage,
And the old man chuckled: "Forty-two».
Moral: do not want a bullet in his stomach - not to open his fruit forbidden by mouth.
* * *
Pushkin
July sun warmed
Redolent of the old garden.
I was a child the smell of summer road
And the scent of ripe cherries.
Reader, you're probably too,
When I was a little younger,
He loved to climb into the neighbor's garden,
To eat fruit from the tree.
Here are just a young Showa,
Seeing the lush gardens,
And the lure of the fruits,
I decided to try the cherries from the tree.
And early in the morning, like a thief,
Surreptitiously climbed over the fence.
I did not know varmint that early in the morning
The collective farm watchman Matvei,
Leaving the warm couch,
In the garden, took refuge among the branches
And armed with a Berdan rifle,
With that in the formidable "citizen»
Already he commanded a regiment,
Slyv "Voroshilov marksman».
He's an uninvited guest
The optical sight looks - Cotton! - Seva and flies down,
Breaking branches, twigs, bones.
Killed thief. Caretaker glad,
Hack puts on the butt.
* * *
Mikhail Lermontov
Tell me, Uncle, how it happened,
All cherry orchards disappeared
On the whole mile?
And only we have around the gazebo
From ripe cherries bend branches,
And look with envy neighbor
In this beauty.
Oh, you're curious, Vanya!
But if you want to know, listen - here in the village, we
Shalila bum this summer.
Descend at night, and by dawn
In the garden, there is no trace of the berries.
And so from time to time.
First residents grumbled
And wrote a letter of complaint,
Asking punks appease.
But from the heads of little use,
And then I secretly,
Pulling out of the sub-floor double-barreled shotgun,
Became Cherry guard.
Yes, hard to reach a cherry.
Forty bandits, even-odd,
I caught my Jacques.
The latest victim was a Showa.
Him I cut straight from the tree.
And do not drop in to the left,
Inveterate bully!
But now we order,
No one in the gardens do not trample the beds
And berries are not tears.
People sighed with relief.
And I'm on my birthday
Welded cherry jam
And I will make compote.
* * *
Nekrasov
In what year - not knows,
What edge - does not say,
In the village near the lake
He lived an old man Matvey.
She grew up in the house of an ancient
Branchy cherry - One consolation grandfather,
She doted on her.
But one dark night but
The neighbor boy Vsevolod
Uninvited and unwelcome
He crept like a thief.
Decided malice
Start a nasty piece
And with cherries Matveeva
All berries rip.
Fed up with the coveted shelves
The old man his dvustvolochku
And zhahnul aimed shot
Villain right in the forehead.
A grandfather hid the corpse
At the grave near the cherry
And on top planted more
Parsley and dill.
* * *
I. Severyanin
It was in a village in the middle of July,
When the juicy cherries ripen in the garden,
When the blue night singing songs Zozulya,
And the frog chorus sang it in a pond.
Oh, purple cherry - the quintessence of summer,
You - a magnet for poets and poetesses dream.
And so Seva, despite the prohibitions,
On Matveevo gracefully climbed the tree.
In the silence, a shot rang out and a bullet lethal
Ruined poet, extinguished star ...
It was in a village in the middle of July,
When the juicy cherries ripen in the garden.
* * *
Esenin
Crying Talianki barely audible,
And the fiery dawn
Zaaleli bunches of cherries
At the neighbor in the yard.
On a bench near a crib
The guy the girl podmignёt - Wait, girlfriend, queen,
Showa berries bring.
Evening velvet down,
And in the shadow of the dense branches
With carabiner hiding
Sly's keeper Matthew's grandfather.
The charms stellar tune
Butterflies began to dance.
Not wait girl Seva - In Matthew keen eye.
* * *
Mayakovsky
In the midst of
summer.
In the garden of my grandfather
Matthew
Densely hanging
The cherries on the branches,
blood
alley.
Who is there like
Robber
Secretly climbs
on the tree?
Forty-second
dead - Showa!
Showa!
Showa!
* * *
Pasternak
Writing about this is not easy,
But it was the case:
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
Reason Seva said:
"Do not go! Not close »,
But the spirit of obstinacy won,
I wanted to risk.
Right threw tenacious gaze,
Then he left,
Lost only look back,
Unfortunately, Seva.
He sneaked up the tree
I climbed timidly.
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
Perhaps unfortunately for Seva,
Spite of Morpheus
I can not sleep in the garden watchman,
Arrow Matthew.
I Noticed "guest" and learned
Habits of the thief.
And in the silence signal is sounded - Click shutter.
Flashed as glass glasses
Pupil sight.
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
And that's really Vsevolod reached
Coveted branches,
But the shot rang out at that moment
And very accurate.
So, breaking off the thread of life
In the top note,
Matthew marked: "Forty-two»
In his notebook.
On the ground ripped off a piece of
Letellier body.
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
* * *
A. Barto
Do not hid Seva branch,
Old Matvei shoot accurately.
From thieves cherry saved
Caretaker more than forty times.
* * *
R. Christmas
This, comrades, do not recall without tears.
It was a rich farm near the river.
There's a lush garden, which at the edge of the village,
High cherries,
High cherries,
High Cherry grew freely.
The son of the chairman, smart lad
Decided while busy on the father,
Going into the garden, and the crack of dawn
Public cherries,
Public cherries,
Public cherries to eat quietly.
In rapidly climbed the tree Showa,
But the guard noticed and picked up the shotgun
. Black crows flew up like fireworks:
And the people have decided,
And the people have decided,
And people have decided - Scientists are.
It was a chairman in deep anguish,
Sliding a tear on the cheek.
But the guard, in spite of the sadness,
For faithful service,
For faithful service,
For faithful service medal hung.
* * *
L. Filatov
Of the people I know
Auburn Seva-swindler,
I declare fitsiyalno,
He was a thief and a villain.
I confirm entot reptile
Three times in the climbing garden Matveev,
Tyril berries bags.
There, under the cherry compromising.
Well, Matthew is not a fool,
Sam knows everything - that as a yes.
He sat in the garden with a gun in ambush,
To stop this mess.
Sees - Seva like a thief
Climbs cherry Neaten.
He fired at random.
What promblema, your mother?
Yes, the confusion at times
etntot We happened here:
I was aiming in the ass and salt,
And I got a bullet in the eye.
I do not understand yadrena louse!
- Forty-time thing then.
Whether fly squinted,
That is my only weapon he did not snipers iron oxides hydroxides?
***
A. Rosenbaum
Gop-stop,
We came out of the bushes.
Gop-stop,
Well, that, Sev, are you ready?
Here, under the cherry on the hill
Place for disassembly.
Leave empty excuses,
We do not sixes.
In short, in tomorrow's "Vyachorka»
You can see his obituary.
Gop-stop,
You Seva - syavka, not a thief.
Gop-stop,
What broke the agreement?
You better remember the raspberry
And with cherries basket,
Like us on berries tossed
Exactly half a ruble.
Well, in general, do not pull the rubber.
No mercy. Stop it, Matthew.
Sent --- --- Dr.
Showa cherries on the tree for useful,
Caretaker Matthew takes bleed.
Shot! There was a piercing scream ...
Forty second!? - The old man grinned.
OPTIONS:
* * *
O. Khayyam
Gorby no shoulders, Matthew, and do not need to cry.
The death of Seva you can easily justify - so many cherries shot saved, thank God!
Hence, the fall will again liqueur.
* * *
William Shakespeare
Love and death are as close as two hands,
But I think that if the unfortunate Showa,
When, contrary to common morality,
Secretly reached for cherries on the tree?
Yes, he loved! He loved their delicate flavor,
Their flavor, their sweet juice and pulp.
But I could not bear the load of love,
And lost it ... Oh I do not cry.
From the stormy passions find peace,
Now he lies in the bush sage,
Struck by the fair hand
Severe St. Matthew.
Different love comes to us,
But the fee for it is known - blood.
* * *
M. Basho
Matthew Marks-san.
The blood of the young samurai
Like a cherry juice ...
* * *
Krylov
Showa prankster, a small seven years,
Considered, as they say, to his sorrow,
What sweet cherries on someone else's courtyard.
This happens with children.
Though mama ten times a day
He asserted: "God will punish severely thieves»,
But Seva all the words about God
I perceived as chatter.
Deciding to dine with cherry relish,
To neighbor - Shasta!
In the garden, he said, with the agility of a bear,
I managed to climb a tree,
But at the same time he made a noise,
What alarmed the neighbors.
And already, because of the branches,
At Seva looks grandfather Matthew.
He took off from the face of cobweb,
One movement quickly, deftly
From under the counter pulled a rifle
And he took aim at the bastard.
Doublet! Sprinkle with foliage,
And the old man chuckled: "Forty-two».
Moral: do not want a bullet in his stomach - not to open his fruit forbidden by mouth.
* * *
Pushkin
July sun warmed
Redolent of the old garden.
I was a child the smell of summer road
And the scent of ripe cherries.
Reader, you're probably too,
When I was a little younger,
He loved to climb into the neighbor's garden,
To eat fruit from the tree.
Here are just a young Showa,
Seeing the lush gardens,
And the lure of the fruits,
I decided to try the cherries from the tree.
And early in the morning, like a thief,
Surreptitiously climbed over the fence.
I did not know varmint that early in the morning
The collective farm watchman Matvei,
Leaving the warm couch,
In the garden, took refuge among the branches
And armed with a Berdan rifle,
With that in the formidable "citizen»
Already he commanded a regiment,
Slyv "Voroshilov marksman».
He's an uninvited guest
The optical sight looks - Cotton! - Seva and flies down,
Breaking branches, twigs, bones.
Killed thief. Caretaker glad,
Hack puts on the butt.
* * *
Mikhail Lermontov
Tell me, Uncle, how it happened,
All cherry orchards disappeared
On the whole mile?
And only we have around the gazebo
From ripe cherries bend branches,
And look with envy neighbor
In this beauty.
Oh, you're curious, Vanya!
But if you want to know, listen - here in the village, we
Shalila bum this summer.
Descend at night, and by dawn
In the garden, there is no trace of the berries.
And so from time to time.
First residents grumbled
And wrote a letter of complaint,
Asking punks appease.
But from the heads of little use,
And then I secretly,
Pulling out of the sub-floor double-barreled shotgun,
Became Cherry guard.
Yes, hard to reach a cherry.
Forty bandits, even-odd,
I caught my Jacques.
The latest victim was a Showa.
Him I cut straight from the tree.
And do not drop in to the left,
Inveterate bully!
But now we order,
No one in the gardens do not trample the beds
And berries are not tears.
People sighed with relief.
And I'm on my birthday
Welded cherry jam
And I will make compote.
* * *
Nekrasov
In what year - not knows,
What edge - does not say,
In the village near the lake
He lived an old man Matvey.
She grew up in the house of an ancient
Branchy cherry - One consolation grandfather,
She doted on her.
But one dark night but
The neighbor boy Vsevolod
Uninvited and unwelcome
He crept like a thief.
Decided malice
Start a nasty piece
And with cherries Matveeva
All berries rip.
Fed up with the coveted shelves
The old man his dvustvolochku
And zhahnul aimed shot
Villain right in the forehead.
A grandfather hid the corpse
At the grave near the cherry
And on top planted more
Parsley and dill.
* * *
I. Severyanin
It was in a village in the middle of July,
When the juicy cherries ripen in the garden,
When the blue night singing songs Zozulya,
And the frog chorus sang it in a pond.
Oh, purple cherry - the quintessence of summer,
You - a magnet for poets and poetesses dream.
And so Seva, despite the prohibitions,
On Matveevo gracefully climbed the tree.
In the silence, a shot rang out and a bullet lethal
Ruined poet, extinguished star ...
It was in a village in the middle of July,
When the juicy cherries ripen in the garden.
* * *
Esenin
Crying Talianki barely audible,
And the fiery dawn
Zaaleli bunches of cherries
At the neighbor in the yard.
On a bench near a crib
The guy the girl podmignёt - Wait, girlfriend, queen,
Showa berries bring.
Evening velvet down,
And in the shadow of the dense branches
With carabiner hiding
Sly's keeper Matthew's grandfather.
The charms stellar tune
Butterflies began to dance.
Not wait girl Seva - In Matthew keen eye.
* * *
Mayakovsky
In the midst of
summer.
In the garden of my grandfather
Matthew
Densely hanging
The cherries on the branches,
blood
alley.
Who is there like
Robber
Secretly climbs
on the tree?
Forty-second
dead - Showa!
Showa!
Showa!
* * *
Pasternak
Writing about this is not easy,
But it was the case:
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
Reason Seva said:
"Do not go! Not close »,
But the spirit of obstinacy won,
I wanted to risk.
Right threw tenacious gaze,
Then he left,
Lost only look back,
Unfortunately, Seva.
He sneaked up the tree
I climbed timidly.
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
Perhaps unfortunately for Seva,
Spite of Morpheus
I can not sleep in the garden watchman,
Arrow Matthew.
I Noticed "guest" and learned
Habits of the thief.
And in the silence signal is sounded - Click shutter.
Flashed as glass glasses
Pupil sight.
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
And that's really Vsevolod reached
Coveted branches,
But the shot rang out at that moment
And very accurate.
So, breaking off the thread of life
In the top note,
Matthew marked: "Forty-two»
In his notebook.
On the ground ripped off a piece of
Letellier body.
Aleli cherry high.
One Alella.
* * *
A. Barto
Do not hid Seva branch,
Old Matvei shoot accurately.
From thieves cherry saved
Caretaker more than forty times.
* * *
R. Christmas
This, comrades, do not recall without tears.
It was a rich farm near the river.
There's a lush garden, which at the edge of the village,
High cherries,
High cherries,
High Cherry grew freely.
The son of the chairman, smart lad
Decided while busy on the father,
Going into the garden, and the crack of dawn
Public cherries,
Public cherries,
Public cherries to eat quietly.
In rapidly climbed the tree Showa,
But the guard noticed and picked up the shotgun
. Black crows flew up like fireworks:
And the people have decided,
And the people have decided,
And people have decided - Scientists are.
It was a chairman in deep anguish,
Sliding a tear on the cheek.
But the guard, in spite of the sadness,
For faithful service,
For faithful service,
For faithful service medal hung.
* * *
L. Filatov
Of the people I know
Auburn Seva-swindler,
I declare fitsiyalno,
He was a thief and a villain.
I confirm entot reptile
Three times in the climbing garden Matveev,
Tyril berries bags.
There, under the cherry compromising.
Well, Matthew is not a fool,
Sam knows everything - that as a yes.
He sat in the garden with a gun in ambush,
To stop this mess.
Sees - Seva like a thief
Climbs cherry Neaten.
He fired at random.
What promblema, your mother?
Yes, the confusion at times
etntot We happened here:
I was aiming in the ass and salt,
And I got a bullet in the eye.
I do not understand yadrena louse!
- Forty-time thing then.
Whether fly squinted,
That is my only weapon he did not snipers iron oxides hydroxides?
***
A. Rosenbaum
Gop-stop,
We came out of the bushes.
Gop-stop,
Well, that, Sev, are you ready?
Here, under the cherry on the hill
Place for disassembly.
Leave empty excuses,
We do not sixes.
In short, in tomorrow's "Vyachorka»
You can see his obituary.
Gop-stop,
You Seva - syavka, not a thief.
Gop-stop,
What broke the agreement?
You better remember the raspberry
And with cherries basket,
Like us on berries tossed
Exactly half a ruble.
Well, in general, do not pull the rubber.
No mercy. Stop it, Matthew.
Sent --- --- Dr.
