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his fellow soldiers, soldiers of 108 Guards, twice Red Banner, Order of Suvorov II grade Infantry Division dedicate.

For those who are with us.

Sing the song, but the song did not catch on ...
Of bullets whistled past.
Nightingales sang guardsmen.
Do not sang. Stopped. Asleep.

And some would hopak we ottopali!
But it is impossible, prohibited the soul:
In forest near Melitopol
Dancers are daring

Ignoring the ridiculous prohibition,
Blazes solemn poppy
Above the unsung great poet,
What struck from the district center Tokmak.

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City glory shipbuilders.
Region brides, pigeons and poems.
We-b such there svadbischu handed!
Pity, we had to bury the suitors.

Vesela like "Apple" song
And elegant, as a society lady,
Everywhere beauty Odessa
Affectionately called "Mama."

Sons of mothers stubborn.
Die, but a step forward.
He remembers every city mom
And for every tear shed.

We will for the large and small,
And strangers, and relatives to pain
Cities, war-weary
They fought death, desperate battle.

And do not sleep in the graves of soldiers.
Hard, not enough bullets.
In the melee, a bayonet and mat
Tearing Nazi defenses.

And we are here on May 9.
Festival, the crowd no end in sight ...
Anyway, we sing, but first
Let us drink standing up, fellow soldiers,
Silently, drink, friends, remembering
Who has now passed into eternity fighter.

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Lead in March

The devil himself is working for the Germans:
That wet trash waters,
It sprinkles the top with something nasty.
Impossible to go swimming impossible.
But still go Guardsmen,
Come on you with your off-road!
Calls for help Nikolaev!

The soldiers are all in the world.
(Though people too and tired).
But until something interferes w wind
Entirely of the fire, lead and steel!
Divisional Commander for us!
Had replied
Dunayev, why get stuck?

In hell, in delirium must see,
In teeth from death to visit,
To feel, to understand
So that is called the "Ferdinand"

From the power of their own zvereya,
Under the roar of engines and firing
Pret straight to the battery
Their armored herd.

Fascist - a skilled fighter, clever,
Trained to shoot and smoke.
Suddenly burst into three-incher, but it
It seems as perepalo:
Two "Ferdinand" flared up.

Avalanche thunder, fire can be heard.
Roars, vexed with a devil war.
Once again, blinding flash!
Suffused with the blood of silence ...

As Well, this is the essence of military service.
But only where there is much to sing,
Give to somehow wheeze.
But still need to tell,
As of guns and guys
Only one left gun.
Yes, only one soldier alive.

But the infantry went boldly:
Death was raging, burning death.
In the blood, without legs gunner that
Summed up by the victorious.

She went to "fun" work.
Forward footguards!
"Merry"? Well say ...
Another cemetery must take.

Pinned to the ground mortars.
Beats from the bell tower machine gun
But climb Company Commander:
"Forward footguards!
Next, for the Motherland! Forward!

Above pozabroshennoy tomb
At polustersheysya plate
These pure, holy
In their pristine simplicity
The words "Sleep peacefully our son."
They have a hole in his head
Another son lay Warrior
At the premature peace.

But zalyazhet larger company,
Neither platoon or regiment or battalion.
Through the howling and whistling, the sound of explosions
There is footguards!

And shook the enemy, not that he.
Now, as some would escape.
Hurry to the bridge, to Odessa, to hell
Throwing all, saving lives.

And the city strangely clean.
And, strange to say, --
That's it thrown out as a fascist,
Smoke, fumes, and the sky brightened.

They're coming weary troops
A little bit relaxed, thawed.
And not a tear, a snowflake,
What was lost at the temple,
Furtively wiped out Dunayev.
 
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New Year, holiday

Proud and stubborn
Celebrate the New Year alone.
She waited and waited for mom,
Cattle was the son.

Not so, so too does a drunkard,
And now everyone just drinks.
I let's clink with a mirror as a friend.
(Oh, sorry, that this friend is not lying!)

Alas, I see the old man,
Life flashed, the song is sung ...
And only in a dream again, the river,
You laugh you laugh summer

Are you available and close.
And so much sun, so much light!
I seem to myself a poet.
(Lord, have mercy on the fool!)

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Queen-raven

Crow old fool from idleness,
Prev mirror ryadyas in Palin feathers
She decided that she was beautiful and intelligent
And, therefore, reign in the forest should be.

Himself admires, spinning, --
Chic I'll be the queen,
Effective than Carmen, a luxury than Firebird.
Oh, how I impatient, oh, how I wish the authorities!

And so that was more irresistible form,
I need a favorite on the part of the tender passion,
Then it's in front of me no one can stand.

Hanyga, gentleman - any useful to me.
Apply here love! Agree and Prince.

But is everything in life is always smooth?
Roamed the woods kid with a slingshot.
He looks - on the tree God knows what is sitting.
Why do some jumps, ridge, screaming;
Without thinking, aim, and, behold,
The old lady with the mirror fell off the branch.

Oh, these kids!

Goonies foot threw the corpse of the unfortunate bird, --
Who need it. What it is suitable.
He's gone. But carefully collected peacock feathers.
What a pity that it all ended so badly.
And besides, even now I
I'm afraid this sad story is hardly realize
Without a corresponding moral.
The moral is simple - since you're a crow,
Do not croak, that he wants the throne.

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On the dangers of pedantry

It is a cliff over the abyss.
At the rock the eagle's nest.
Bottom left ass.
One solemnly taking off;
Another of this idea began.
Well, let them be conceived as an eagle!
His honor, his flight;
Me-Well, anyone from the top, beats.
Life is like acid the cranberries,
And all because of one letter only.
He - P, I - P, but only to continue
I will not tolerate this.
And I, I, since I want,
Not worse than fly.
Here are just climbed on the podium.
(Sorry, not in rhyme) on the rock.
All envy donkey.
Clambered vzbryknul and, behold,
Dreams come true, went into the flight.
Night came. On quiet weeping
Doctor appeared - Professor Grach.
Grumbles sullen chiropractor:
"For your foolishness you scolded:
Now do you understand what is wrong
Do you understand that it is not in the letter matter?
He is a predator, may eat carrion,
Pull, grab, claws to tear,
But at the same time, as a bird
It is adapted to fly
And stay on top forever.
You Well-laid work.
Thirtieth counted I fracture
And rightly so - do not be such an ass. "
Moral. Need morality? There is a fable without a moral?
Listen, what are you bothering me?
And, for that matter, where some saw themselves,
To live well, in honor, die
Those who seek to live by the rules of morality.

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Bel canto and pans

Have you heard Mademoiselle you beyond the grove an hour a night
Singer of love, the singer of his sadness ...?
Nonsense, we'll Pushkin met.
Miscellaneous other tenors and nightingales! Old, not the century
Today we must listen to turkey
Spoken turkey, pout so that burst can
What pens from me! And look solemn and honored.
Unless I want to, oh, how solidly mumble.
Compared unless nightingale
Let alone with me, with my turkey.
Thoughtful animals.
Cows, horses and poultry
Drove out with a bang nightingale
In fact, would be over and my tale,
But it so happened that right from the capital
Arrived in the local region
Well-known musician, a great lover of singing.
Turkey, our here-as here, all the time in plain sight.
He was not spared in the form of promotion
Let the pan.
And here the night. Scarlet, a large
The moon. From the table, getting up
He said the guest of honor: forgive an old man
But I traveled from afar is not for the sake of a turkey.
I confess a weakness, friends,
I love to listen to the nightingale.
Well, it does not.
Search! Found persuaded to give a positive answer
And the gray kid singing, not sparing the throat.
But please, for the morality of this fable.
Arrogant turkey is good for frying,
But the songs better than a nightingale.

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Son, who saw the elephant

With respect and a certain weight,
Elephant habit climbed to the podium.
"I TREPOV of moth had enough:
Oh, it took off! Oh how beautiful villages!
Well, times have something to sit down, I'll cattle, creator,
The handsome and wise man, father and chairman.
I am not a camel, but I spit on you.
Freeze, listen to the decree:
Idler, pacifier moth
Turned over to the spider.
I am wise, and some of whom sign.
So I supreme moth
I ordered take forever now.
Well, what? Do you follow? That's it, and yet
Remember - obstinate dislike.
Random povernus - in cake crush.
I hope there are no fool
So that was to protect the butterfly? "
But it turned out the opposite.
Rooster yells ahead!
Deer trumpeting the alarm
Arose, all animals
From aphids to the rhinoceros.
Flooded from all sides
And suddenly all-powerful elephant,
Though not wanted
Take it easy moth flew from the podium.
But what about morality,
So if you did not become an elephant,
To thee not izmarali,
Forget about the fact that I have read.

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talent and envy

Creeping time without any difficulty
Can strangle and swallow thrush.
But even praise it, even stepped on the tail,
Oh never sing like a thrush.
So what is the secret? Mystery not seek.
The question is quite simple and easy to answer:
The cold, slippery body has no soul,
And where there is no soul, and no songs.

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Talents and paskudniki

Herd is rushing down the street
With whooping and whistling;
"Geniuses" smoky,
Catch a realist.
Hand Pull legs,
R-Rastak mother!
Classic nedorezanny --
Can draw
So that was just
And it is understandable to people.
Breaking the, suroduem, unscrewing the head!
Bulk crowded ...
Hey! Fear God
This is not Tretyakovka you -
This is a synagogue.
Boobies, listen smart Rabbi:
Tear Wizard --
I even half
Though a little bit of give for storage ..
Soap become cheaper - rot "genius"
It is bad will be rare
Return birds
In wiser time
Master handy.

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The novice genius

Selflessly loving
Peerless himself
Airs no hurry
Are you a nature popishi.
In the morning, night and day,
When cold, rain,
Spare no effort, labor,
It is hoped that if
If you're not an idiot,
Conceit will.
And for all honest people
In the garden there in the garden
You worship nature!