Author of quotes: Boris Zakhoder. Page 4

- When shameless-acrobat
With the majestic sounds of "Moon"
Shows us your ass
(And along with forehead of iron);
When we look at the screen
And present us with screen
Familiar since childhood novel
In the processing scribbler;
And Director comprachicos
Othello without Othello puts.
(Why? Meaningless question:
This show will glorify him!);
All this scum is aware -
Now, when fragmented atom,
Maim can the idiot
And what genius creates -
Everything was finished!
- Do not boil.
In the end,
One the fate of all creators!
The Lord is patient and told us:
After all, he think! - the whole universe
For you and me do not regret
Exercise mortal thoughts...

Oh my God, how much we can say
One who two words can not bind!..

As we Shepherd
Settled,
The whole day
He played - had fun
On the wheezy played
Yeah the tune,
Singing
Jokes, Yes jokes:
Turu ru, Turu-ru -
I'm going to die someday!
Turu-Turu, Turu-ru,
I will someday die...
On the wheezy played
The flute,
And the neighbors were literally severely:
Turu ru, Turu-ru,
I'm going to die someday!
Turu-Turu, Turu-ru,
Maybe tomorrow morning...
Fun Cowgirl -
And throws people into shock...

Lamb
Wolf
Said
- Sheep!
You have a beautiful complexion!
Oh, if praises
Wolf
Lamb -
Don't believe a single word!

The Poet
Hat flew away.
(And no wonder: the wind in my head!)
So took off like he wanted
Soar into the blue sky...
To catch up with her was not a Poet -
He resentfully shouted after her:
- Where are you going, bitch!?
Come back!
Do not rush! At least say goodbye!
So it is impossible!
Did you hear me?
I exclaimed, ' You must be crazy!
Who are you talking to here, PAL?
Expect hat hat will give the answer?
- Of course! - answered the Poet.
Why wouldn't she tell?
To say something is easier than to soar!
- So that's that! -
He added angrily,
And in the hearts stepped on the fugitive cane.
He was right
Even in logic, and weak.
(Rights - about poets, not hats...)

One day I was walking from Dover to Calais -
The road, believe me, was difficult, -
And the blue of the sea, on the bare rock
I met a Sad Sailor.
He hands broke, and the hair tearing,
Sad, sad were the words
The song he was singing,
And the song
Was as follows:
"I'm one captain, and a Midshipman,
And the Navigator of the brig "Dive".
I was his coxswain, and boatswain of a dashing,
And four rowers, and the cook."
And the poor guy was tearing all remnants of hair
With all his old forces,
And look asked:
"Well, ask me a question!"
So I asked directly:
- Sorry, old man, ' I said to him, -
I am also part of a sailor
And just because I can not understand
I do not understand how this is so:
You're one captain and the Midshipman,
And the Navigator of the brig "Dive".
You're his quartermaster, and the boatswain of a dashing,
And four rowers, and Kok???
And then the old man pants pulled up
(Pulled, like a seasoned sailor!),
He sneezed, he hiccupped,
He took a deep breath.
- Well, listen, - he said.
- On the seas, the waves
Today here, tomorrow there,
So we went on the brig "Dive".
We brasofilo Rei as fast as possible
But tell me - what good would that do?
We kept to the West (and the East)
From the island of Tenerife,
But what do you use to keep to the East,
If the rock is dumped on a reef?..
Who swallowed a wave - he went to the bottom...
And we were seventy-six!
We pulled all gichki,
But at roll call
Only ten answered: "Is!"
He wanted the captain and the Midshipman,
And the Navigator of the brig "Duck",
Is like a helmsman, the boatswain of a dashing,
And four rowers and a cook.
There is no worse affliction than to sit without food.
But a sailor sailor - friend and brother.
And to help all out of trouble
Every life glad to donate!
And first Navigator was in the boiler
(He always we paved the way!),
And behind him the captain went
(It was undercooked. Just a little bit).
And there - the helmsman, the boatswain of a dashing,
(By the way - who was a pig);
And, in the end, the four rowers
We dokusai Kok and me.
Yes, with the cook we were left alone
And began to take counsel:
One of us - him or me
Friend to go to lunch...
Kok said, "I am the truth I can not hide,
At least not brag love
I can you cook a stew -
Not ashamed to serve the king!
You think soup company?
It's a subtle thing - cooking!
And the layman nothing will ruin the good
Rather, me."
Hurtful words I could not tolerate,
And I paddle his Kok!
So boastful Kok I got by heart,
And since I, alas, alone!
Since I don't eat (and hardly drink),
And sorrow torments my soul,
And no one believes me when I sing
True song
His:
"I'm one captain, and a Midshipman,
And the Navigator of the brig "Dive".
I was his coxswain, and boatswain of a dashing,
And four rowers, and the cook."

I know
What odes
Today is not in Vogue,
And thanks
Out of fashion,
But there is nothing I can do! -
Things in nature,
Worthy only
Solemn odes!
You listen only:
Still suffers paper!
How true!
What a great blessing!
Alas, no paper,
- Admit it, you scribblers! -
Would be lost
All of our nonsense and bullshit!
Where would, say,
Friends scribblers,
Was gone
Our poems and novels?
Therefore, together -
Packs and packs! -
Praise the paper
Scribbler!
And let our word
Will help paper,
After all, now
Death
Face it, poor fellow:
Threatened and films,
And discs and chips -
Soulless,
Vile,
Nasty types!
She's their head
Somehow reflects
But Summer
And she and all of us
Threatened...

Uncle - master swear.
Aunt
Also mistress.
Masters
In each case
Our Homeland
Proud!

- Dark!
- There is a plethora of candles!
- As it is darkness?
No, your tongue is gonna drive me crazy!

There lived a Monster,
A Young Monster.
Growth - excessive,
Excessive force.
Lived happily ever after
In an enormous hole
From their, I love
Popisi and Mamimi.
Running on the Playground,
Shadbush and gatherings.
Adored spectacle
In particular - a disgrace.
And, as is typical
Hell-what a treasure
Promised grow
Shaped Monster...
But one evening
In the peaceful abode
Broke
Truly monstrous
Scandalise:
At some ambulatory
Dear offspring
Skipped daddy's
Output sackcloth!
...How long the ancestors of the offspring
Cleaned the seat;
And when finished -
Themselves crying again!
And then exclaimed:
- A Sweet Monster!
You drop this nonsense -
Fall into the dungeon!
You can do what smart,
Glorious Monster -
Go to school,
Our you're a gem!
And then, over time,
(In near future)
You will become well-mannered
And scientist Monster!..
...The night crying or something
Poor Monster,
And in the morning changed his mind -
And went to school.
The best school:
IN THE VEGETABLE STORE!!!

Where you crank, up the clod
Which puts the ball into the goal!

Those who are not able to appreciate,
We must sympathize.
What's their fault?

The gift of God receive
Gift
Myself
Bring people for a gift.
You turned
Your gift
Into a product? -
Trade
Questionable product!
Trading.
But remember, idiot
What is
Gift pass!

That without which to live is not possible,
The gift is given and not sold.