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- You're lucky you're cute, otherwise I would have sent the circus of curiosities.
- What kind of circus is this?
- It's like our family, but there's still a pay-per-view.

I know the Sky like a tent,
Minimized ever
Immerse in the circus
And softly touched the road.
No clatter of hammers,
No gnashing of nails
Left the circus - and where now
It makes people happy?
And what fascinated us
Amused yesterday
The arena lit circle
And glitter and tinsel, -
Dissipated and blew away
Disappeared without a trace -
As the birds of the autumn caravan
As the cloud ridge.

- Uncle Mockus, can I throw them in the mud?
- What are you, Bambino. Yes, these are bad people... But they can be good kids who love the circus!

The circus is not something that Smoking in aside, they have long remained without work.

The city's apparent overabundance of clowns, and we seem to be the main.

In fact, in the zoo the children receive the first lesson of cruelty. Look, how to look at the pony, especially those of children rolled. Tortured, old, sick, unfed. Because no one healthy horse or pony will not let her put the child. And the circus must from the earliest years to instill disgust. The circus teaches children to have fun, looking at the suffering of other living beings. I don't want my son used to go to shows, room which is based on humiliation and bullying other creatures. When our children become adults around will be a different world, a better and more humane, and it is impossible to drag in his old violent fun.

Where did the circus go? He was yesterday
And the wind had walls to tear posters
But no longer burning his spotlight
Under the dome an orchestra it can't be heard.
But no longer burning his spotlight
Under the dome an orchestra it can't be heard.
Where did the elephants? In what city
Drovers lead scientist of a camel?
Where did the circus go? He left there
Where someone is waiting for the tale and believe in a miracle
There went the circus...

I fear wean yourself gradually
I have renounced all things domestic,
And now, every night, in this arena
Bringing his trained tigers.
Up! And tigers at my feet sat...
Up! And stairs me in the eyes you see...
Up! And whirl on the carousel...
Up! And in the burning Hoop fly...
And in the Hoop flying.

Life is a circus. Someone goes to watch, and someone walking a tightrope.

I really liked the circus so memorable clowns that wanted as many children, in that whatever was to become a clown.

I remember the stories of veterans of the circus about how early it was considered a good omen if the opening of the first cash bought a ticket man. It was considered if the first ticket sell to a woman, things go bad. So the cashier had given strict orders to wait for the approach of men and only him to sell the first ticket.

Today I was told that once a famous clown Bob O'connor, is able to make the audience pokachivaetsya in the circus of laughter, suffering in the life of hypochondria. He was treated by a neurologist. He had prescribed rubbing with cold water, gave a number of tips, and in conclusion said:
- Go to divert the circus, where is a funny clown Bob O'connor, and we're sure you cheer up.
- Bob O'connor - I - sadly replied the artist.

When the fanfare you hear the thunder when the lights are burning all around,
When all eyes Shine, no one is happier than us.
When you standin ' out of the hat will fly rooster
When in the cheap seats down flying bouquet - happier than us people in this world.
So the two jump into the arena and hands, and somersault, and the wheel.
Let the walls tumble, and everything becomes upside down!
When you see the rope down when you yell with delight "encore!",
When in the ranks of the walks, the laughter, the circus, very happy.
When you are being blinded by tinsel, when in patches hiding hole,
When a crust of bread for lunch - all are anyone happier than us.
The fun we share with each and generous, although without money,
Fat guy has a lot of money, but a cheap soul.

The people at the circus is the embodiment of power and courage, but tortured animals - the anthem of human cruelty and lust for profit.