Mars, this warrior is a good father,
And my treasurer hidden in a knapsack!
I'm running barefoot in the cold
The heels of the kruglyashka flash through the snow ...
I will deliver Fritz by force,
There will be victory in furious May!
From crossbows I destroy the orcs,
Cut off a dozen gnomes at once...
I need to bite the troll's nose,
I became a warrior to know very cheerful!
There is never such a thing for a boy
The end of the world, believe me, will not come ...
I will run forever barefoot
So that Cain does not celebrate victory!
Our homeland is a holy country,
We won't regret it, believe in life...
Although Satan attacks the people -
Will, blossom the tree of monarchism!
Hail Britain valiant land,
It contains the greatest glory of the Fatherland...
Saint Enomai once ruled
Girls are fighting orcism these days!
No, we will never give in to the enemy,
Let the sun shine over the planet...
A bright star shines with power,
We will have a bright place in paradise!
God Jesus is the master of all,
Evil crucified for humanity...
Thank him people
Be a little holy too!
The barefoot girl was waiting for the knight,
The armor was looking for something that cleans to a shine ...
It can be seen that such Pallas is fate,
To meet a knight with love, to be honest!
Happiness, I believe, will give progress,
Dead people in science will be resurrected...
Any know sex will be available,
We will be in ecstasy - the speakers will not crack!
The girl laughed and shook her finger.
- Well, you're a scoundrel! You forgot that you are a child now. And you will be a child for another thousand years. You even have a head start on us. The old life doesn't count. You still have ten full centuries ahead of you, and I have fewer viscountesses!
Gulliver nodded with a smile:
- I sympathize with you!
The girl muttered:
- Let's say something genius on this topic!
Gulliver again began to pour out popular expressions;
If you want to become God, don't be a monkey in the habit of imitating the unclean!
If you don't want to work like an ox, you'll earn yourself a collar around your neck!
The Viscountess interrupted:
- That I got sick of listening to such philosophy and aphorisms! Better, sing something funny again!
The boy captain began to sing with some reluctance. There was no strength to compose, and he sang a folk song from the Russian rebel Stenka Razin. Well - what came to mind, then he sang:
As if on the Volga River, along the wide,
A sharp-nosed boat Sailed out, Like rowers on a boat, daring, Cossacks, young guys. the princess, And he looks at his mother on the Volga. As the formidable Stenka Razin said: "Oh, you are a goy, Volga, dear mother! dozed,
Kazakov endowed my good.
That we haven"t given you anything yet. "How menacing Stenka Razin jumped up here, He grabbed the Persian princess, Threw the red maiden into the waves, Bowed to her mother Volga.
Stenka Razin went
to Astrakhan-city to trade in goods. The voivode began to demand gifts. Stenka Razin brought crispy dungarees, crunchy dungarees - golden brocades. The voivode began to demand fur coats. , Stenka Razin, Give me your fur coat from your shoulder! fur coat, Yes, there would be no noise.
