Две судьбы

I lived gloriously in the first third
Twenty years on in the world -
 according to the teaching,
He lived recklessly, but actually,
Floated, where eyes staring -
 with the flow.
 
I thought - that is, the award -
After all, it is not necessary oars,
 no hands.
Mosquitoes, horseflies yes wasps
Pester, bloodsuckers,
 but not persecute.
 
I heard from the bank at the beginning -
I shouted for help,
 of salvation.
Do not wait, poor guy -
I lay there, the plague of the mash,
 to disconnect.
 
Tryahanet whether cornering,
Packed into the maelstrom -
 fix.
That razuyus then obuyus,
The water I admire -
 very like.
 
Shore flow of boat
Well, I caress the throat
 mead.
After a sip of excess
Lo and behold - not swim alone -
 the old woman.
 
And as I wondered,
Pal fog and proved
 I'm in the black spots -
And a huge old woman
I laughed in his ear,
 an evil beast.
 
I cry - I do not hear the cry,
Do not knit fear Laka,
 I see bad,
In the wind shakes me ...
- Who's there? - I hear - replies:
 - I have a hard time!
 
Throw baptized wailing -
Do not save you holy
 Virgin:
Whoever throws the wheel and paddle,
Those not an easy fills -
 so usual! -
 
I'm looking for Potma road
Mead a little -
 Only stu drink -
And she does not fall asleep,
Ahead of me walks
 heavy tread.
 
Vaughn, tripped over the roots,
From such Obesity
 sighing heavily.
And she even shortness of breath,
And in fact it pushes - there,
 not an easy thing.
 
Suddenly meet us - live,
Lame, curve,
 face tricky.
And shouts: - Standing over the abyss,
But I will deliver thee, disease,
 I wipe the tears! -
 
I asked: - Who are you? -
And she told me: - I curve -
 WHO supposedly taken out -
- Although I Krivobok,
Krivorukov, krivooka -
 I'll take a pier!
 
I said, pouring:
- Removal of me Curve!
 I'm on a leash!
And I'll put shban,
The curvature of your fix -
 Only taken!
 
And you, Mother, daughter branches,
In a minute drink polglotochka -
 It hurts nervous.
You forget me for a while,
You're fat - harem
 will pervaya.-
 
and fell two old women
In bottles of mead
 drunk, hysterical.
I'm still hiding behind mounds,
I quietly back to pyachus
 directly to the bank.
 
Famously raked in the rapids
At two in the middle of the stroke -
 oh rascal I am!
So that you are dead, drinking,
Two of my fate -
 Curve so easy!
 
Know the evil of calculation
Yes, in someone's secret
 care of
I had no luck, bonehead,
And dragged, Screwtape,
 with the flow.
 
I thought life - joy,
Like, no oars do not, uh, do not -
 oh rascal I am!
... Delete, howling,
Two of my fate -
 Curve so easy!