Book: About Fedot-Archer, swashbuckling young man. Page 3

Tea, tired of waiting? Good day!
Look in the window when you are not lazy!
You ordered a deer
So here's a deer!
And - mind you! - the horns on it
So full of fire,
From him without lamp
At night bright as day!..

A little light Fedot - at Tsar gate. Came to the reception, and when the deer eat. The king of anger stabbed on the left. Would crush the nits, but does not seem to mind. Sits, yawns - anger hides!..

But what is really there lunch!
The king is tortured - there is no save!
In the morning again have
In front of him to answer!
Entot king lyutey enemy
Again sends me into hiding
Find screaming deer
So gold horns!..

You FAQ you see the owl?
Al grieve about it?
Al in the little bag of salt,
Al the steak neopren?

Fedot came home, snot - fringe! Sat in front of a torch in the arms of grief. Wife catches beauty in the neck, and he said to his wife and not touch! Sitting, crying - grieving, then!..

Gundi don't argue with me
And go and give,
Not at the moment know
As the head flies off his shoulders!..

Well-to lose the Blues and laziness
And in this same day!
The issue
Desperately nuzhon a deer!
If you are the king servant,
Up over the mountains, over the meadows
And find me a deer,
To gold horns.

Calling the king of Sagittarius, swashbuckling young man. No sooner had our Fedot to wipe the faces with sweat, and the king-villain - new idea. The king rages from simple and Fedka sweat! In obchem, a million years from Fedka worse than a bitter radish!..

So!.. Hey!.. Yeah!.. Yeah!..
That's what vyznat Yaga:
Let him avenge you deer
So gold horns!..
Search the entire white light -
Those in nature!
ANTO I'm blue,
I speak as a historian!..

So from now conjure surezno,
With feeling, so your rastak!

I again about Sagittarius!
No trouble my end!
Because I'm ill,
Because sleeping with the face.
What, scoundrel, cunning -
All around the noses wiped!
How you're not conjured,
And he got that rug!
Though he and goose.
And head to cook a whale.

You FAQ again gloomy?
The cause, who's to blame?
Al Hispanic gonoshitsya
Al hrantsuz went to war?

Here from the mould pudding!
Tea, not tried hitherto?
Duck drink - and at once you forget
About worldly carousel!
It does not taste as good
But sumeet trembling,
Zavtremu to be healthy,
Unless you die!..

I mineral prospects
Never contrary!
I am willing though to the bees in the hive,
If only the collective!