Егоркина былина

As fires burn in Sheksna - River
As the tents are lively fairs

Doug Gypsy
regret nothing
Gave his painted shawl
And the prices it is not - a quarter ticket
Pity quarter - well, let's penny
Regretted penny - so keenly
painted shawl

Everything is there, her smooth embroidered
smooth embroidered fine cross
As Yegor sitting in a bright mansion
The bright mansion with curtains
On the bright chandeliers electric
On the bench, covered with silver,
embroidered felt
next to the stove white stone
important blinks
catches fire arm.

In the furnace of his rags-fufaechka
Adapt
Yes priladit lath-Ushanochka
Yes fell in the stench-portyanochki
in a bright mansion
with curtains so with dignity
awaits visitors Yegor.
And visitors to it - absolutely courtyard.
Absolutely - the courtyard and three streets.
- With the greatest you your prazdnichkom
And we wish you health,
Dear Yegor Ermolaevich,
Clean-embroidered fine cross
Smiling state
He drinks so bites
and on the one hand eating salty mushroom
and on the other hand - pickled
but only licks cherry cream,
Only licks black bitter
black sticky
smears rolls
bits of bricks.

bell glass on a through wind
yes sour ringing in viscous soot
Yes podёrnetsya young Ledkov
proplyvёt moon in black maslitse
winter dusk
in wolf holidays
dark death
all perish.
where all punished without trial
where all the fat one Maza
where all one world-baiting.
so what's the world - completely outskirts,
where sludge stockpile for the future,
packed into the mouth,
where smokes ligature restless lines
as a holy dung,
where a Japanese god with our mother
marry a common porch,
image whip crossed.

- Oh, you Egorka son slap!
Oh, Yegor, child Bonk,
Louse from under the nail - in drinking companions.

The cutting of calico with cobwebs
Burns, the candle!
Burns, candle - tail and a half!

Shot up the rash, sweating,
and again a pure gentleman Egor
in a bright mansion,
embroidered cross,
still talking with the astronauts,
and kisses - with Tereshkova,
so popular with actresses -
all from the evil rats granary.

- That's not a dud, not fufaechka,
my soul awkward
wasting all prokopchёnnaya
wide open all inmate ...
- It is not just lath not Ushanochka,
the fate of my droopy ears
out - full of holes, spend pain,
on other people's humps razbatrachena ...
- It is not just the stink - stink pitch
that my sins, a fight-pyanochki ...

Says Yegor, he took portyanochki.
Here and so came the chorus from a gypsy,
The famous choir of Radio House
and Central Television,
under humane got control.

- You played me the song calls!
Expand march minomёtchikov!
You tell fortunes me melodious thing,
Black Eyes, eyes burning,
Pogadaev you give me an empty hand,
an empty hand for yes abrasions,
calluses on the yes on live scars ...

- Dear Yegor Ermolaevich,
Zymohiria you our Ohlamonovich,
you're worn out the soul
up full of holes,
so take for expensive uniform
the rank of general, quilted cotton,
with an honest but with an asterisk medals ...
Tattered fate gnawed zavyazochki,
so take for expensive cap
with a fashionable asset lacquered,
Interiors with fur so with a badge ...

And for that sin wiped portyanochki,
zavernesh his bare heels
in painted shawl from my shoulder
All embroidered fine cross ...

Yegor looked at their rags
And I put on a uniform ...

Suddenly the shadow of light danced,
rusty hinges creaked suddenly,
Opening the lock thunder-stick,
in a white shroud
Snowy Grandma ...

- You Yegorushka fool affectionate,
Gather a minute you give me an ice bucket
Drops voiced so cold ...
- You Blow, Yegor, the stove dark,
let fly ash,
ash spinning,
in an ice bucket in a puddle of sweet,
The mixed live hand gruel
so feed me - Snow Grandma ...