Author of quotes: The king and the Clown. Page 1

I can't help but smile,
I often think,
the first time in the battle the Dutch
death hurt me.
I was ready to die,
I fell and closed my eyes
but I have not seen death!

Once in the Caribbean sea
we captured frigate
he got us in without a fight,
rejoiced that night a pirate.
We are not tortured questions about why the ship
not a single sailor is not hiding in the shadows.
Days funny is, the devil cool joke.
Very soon we learned that the ship was cursed!

Was dirty raincoat wearing,
The black cylinder is crushed in an accordion,
At his feet he looked
And in his fist he clutched the mask.
But someone shouted: Hey!
Have fun you little.
In such a cheerful bright day
How can you be so miserable?
And rogue looked up
And the evil voice replied:
All the pain I'd be happy
And from that I am so cheerless.
I masked red apes
On the occasion to get to you dreamed
If not stone cursed
I fell on the head!

In a provincial town
There was a feast, the music sounded,
But in the cheering crowd
Have any sinister countenance of the Vagabond...
He walked like one,
The crowd didn't notice him.
And how strange it
Watched the local dogs...

In a black top hat, dressed as of old,
In town for the holiday traveler in a hurry.
The mountains were his way and smiled
But the stone fell into the abyss from the mountain tops...

And the wolves among the night howled under the window.
The old man smiled and suddenly left the house.
But soon returned with a shotgun on the preponderance of:
Friends want to eat, come on, buddy, in the woods!

Worn road, I was exhausted,
In the Forester's house the night I asked.
With a smile, good-natured old man let me in
And friendly gesture had dinner.
The street was dark, I was sitting at the table.
Forester sat in front, chatting about this and that.
That there is among animals old enemies
He liked to feed the wolves.

What is the obsession without warning
But so was attacked and scared
Laughing and pushing, the boy was forced
Pogo dance.
That is urine women screaming
And the peasants fled in panic.
The corpses of the dead, lived again
People were laughing after.

In the life of an artist was fun
And get drunk he always loved.
Morning peasants helped -
The sun for half an hour the corpses burned.
But in the silence of the night
In the basement someone barked:
Hoy!

Wildly to the village dead broke
In the light of the lamps, the faces seemed.
Fought and at full rip,
Went home to smash.
People have axes and pitchforks -
Dead drive into their graves.
But it wasn't strong enough -
Corpses do not kill!

Blind old magician by night roamed the woods.
At the cemetery, he poured a magic elixir.
And only said: well I'm old have done?
The corpses were alive the earth was torn,
Everywhere crawled wildly raged,
Throat flogged all around broke,
Tore his flesh.
It's not love,
Because there snakes were buried.
They all drank vodka,
Damned was.

Mad beneath me, my bike,
At night, he was driving me home.
Looking at the field, I did not notice,
That someone is scratching right at me.
And there was a cry in the darkness,
Blood in the face hit me!
Someone behind the voice,
I drove it with everything!...

Girls under the tables climbed
Looking like decreased our gang.

Pierced my armor
I can barely feel the pain
Where is my success?
Now I will die like a hero!
I see their forefathers,
With one example I always take.
Characters, damn them,
Tough, desperate men.