Died Sergei Mikhalkov

[SergeiSK]

Classic Soviet literature Sergei Mikhalkov, died on the 97-th year of life, ITAR-TASS reported with reference to the family of the deceased. According to the interlocutor of the agency, Mikhalkov has died in a Moscow clinic.
Sergei Mikhalkov, was the author of the text of the Soviet national anthem and the new anthem of Russia. Three times winner of the State Prize of the USSR, Lenin Prize winner, Mikhalkov was also known as the author of poems for children.
(Lenta.ru)

[Евгений]

The funeral of Sergei Mikhalkov, held on Saturday, August 29, 2009, on a plot near the central alley Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow.

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Sergei Mikhalkov

Is America is

Map of the world before us:
This is the land, but water
Here are marked by circles
In different countries, cities.

Hundreds of them: big, metropolitan,
Chief, glorious, world.
Many thousands of them: ordinary
Inconspicuous, ordinary ...

There is a great city:
London, New Delhi, Rome, Paris.
Our people are proud of Moscow --
Is that Moscow compare!

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And let not the same
Cities of different path
But in his own way, however,
All prom anything:

Oil City, the city of steel,
Media city of crystal,
Here - carpets woven centuries,
Here - for centuries baked
All sizes pretzel.

This city is so well known,
With expanses of land
Every year on the feast of songs
He collects people.

City - Museums,
The city-port and the garden city.
All colors in the hothouse
City-paradise! And the city-hell!

City-hell! .. About it in the newspaper
Have read you and me.
There is such a white light,
Where to sit in the dungeons of children --
Children with a bitter fate.

He has recently become known
No boiling of labor,
A disorder, and dishonor
And their ignorance.

Savage deeds
It is now known to all --
In the wild, the state of Alabama
Horrible city Birmingham.

City of anger, the city groan,
Where in the darkness burning crosses,
Where are you going to outlaw
In the eyes of Washington,
If the skin is black you are!

I heard:
"Enough!"
I want to live like a man!
Why the land of Lincoln
Revived slave age?

I want to like everything to work,
At night, not to tremble in fear,
Together with the white study,
Color is not ashamed
And do not humiliate yourself! "

But goons Ku Klux Klan
Bawled in reply:
"You let loose early --
You hang a thousand years!
Well, those white mongrels,
Too honest, too bold,
Those that with you at the same time,
We'll kill all the same! "

And they said negros: "We must
We have the freedom to take themselves! .. "
In Birmingham - the barricades ...
The barking of dogs ... Fire and smoke ...

Do you like my sister
To see a doll in the grass --
Six-year old girl
Doll beaten on the head!

You wanted to, so you paid,
As white, par --
As you open the fire,
As in the battle in the war ...

Under running cold water
Snapped tree.
From America's "free"
Get a jet in the face! ..

For America is not new
Dirty word "racist."
I cursed the word
Zamaraev sheet of paper ...

That none of the foreigners
Terrible truth can not be learned
Publishes Americans
Polychromatic magazine.

It funny pictures:
Near blacks - blondes
And a smile from ear to ear
У больших и малышей.
Negros-Pope, negros-mom
There and dance and sing ...

Only in Alabama
That magazine does not sell!

And flipping through those pages,
I am sure you will understand:
This is - a bright, color,
Colorful lie!

[Eriksson]

Cyril Syzransky, where you found it a miracle? Class!
"Get the jet in the face" will be stronger than Goethe's Faust!: D

[Кирилл Сызранский]

Sergei Mikhalkov

ruble /dollar
fable.
The American dollar is important,
Which all-day climbs in the loan
Once
C met the Soviet ruble.

And well, well, swagger and boast full swing:
"Before me trembling human race
Open to me, all the doors, all of the capital,
The ministers and merchants, and other titles of persons
Hurry to me with outstretched hand.
I still can not buy what they desire,
I'm liking alone, others - I'll have to execute,
I've seen Greece, I visited in China --
Compare it with me some ruble? .. "

"And I'm with you I do not think equal", --
Soviet ruble told him in response.
"I know who you are, and if already admitted:
What is it that you saw the light?

You in any country should only appear
As for your following areas and death are.
For black case you take the murderer
Traders home to put you in the pocket.

I'm the people's ruble, and I am in the hands of the people,
Who builds the world and the world world beckons
And all the enemies out of spite I'm growing stronger year by year.
Well, get out - the Soviet ruble is coming! "

[Wladzislaw]

Nobel dish.

Anti-Soviet overseas poison
Cooked in the kitchen, our open enemy.
Under the new recipe as a seasoning,
Was proposed as a cook parsnips.

All our people spits on this dish:
Even the smell, we know where!


in the guard of honor
/... /

Comrade Stalin! Woe is large,
To live without you, we will not be easy.
But our faith in the Party is strong,
And in our people, and in Stalin's Central Committee.
And in this difficult, very difficult hour
You can rely on us!

[Tana]

Cyril Syzransky the first poem of rassizme, probably years 50-60's?

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Tana, probably.
And this is 1937.
Border

In the dead of night,
In cold gloom
Messenger belyh gangs
Crosses the border enemy --
Spies and saboteurs.

He crawled on his belly snake,
He moved apart the bushes,
He walked to the touch in the dark
I walked around the office.

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In svezhevypavshem mildew
Unmowed grass
He went in the morning on the highway
Path field.

And in the same early hour
From near the village
Learn in school, in fifth grade,
Friends of the crowd was.

There were ten boys in single file
On the morning dew,
And each was a student
And Voroshilovsky shooter
I lived near it.

They hurried to the lesson
But then it happened:
At the intersection of two roads
They met the enemy.

- I lost, I think, the way
And there are not turned off! --
None of our ten
And not blink.

- I'll show you the way! --
He said then that one.
Another said: - I spend.
Come along, citizen.

Chief Sits young
Stands in the doorway convoy
And the man is a stranger --
We know who is.

There is a border strip
Prescription:
We know everything we know all --
Who am I, who you are, who he is.

[SAH]

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

Border

Оочень good and I think "relevant"

Сообщение от Cyril Syzransky

There is a border strip
Prescription:
We know everything we know all --
Who am I, who you are, who he is.

[Тютчев]

Very topically, in my opinion:

ass in the clip.


Poet: Mikhalkov SV

Donkey entrusted once enviable position.
Forest traders say not to praise
Some important animal, where it is, obviously
By friendship has the patronage of ass ...
Ass to posts that have the strength to try:
One pointed out, trying to teach others;
But how he would behave with dignity or lead --
He was, so he stayed:
Ears lead - everyone can see that ass! ..


In the forest crept unfavorable rumors.
By way of criticism had to admit at all:
"Do not fulfilled the hopes big-eared friend!
Failed. The post will have to withdraw. "
And now for the post of Wola, retired,
Enlisted donkey. Again, at the same rate! ..
Again, rumors in the woods were crawling:
"He said to make a slip and then!"
Some laugh and others cry:
"As if to us now to nominate?"

The issue with the donkeys is clear but not simple;
You can withdraw from the ass, since it is necessary, the skin
I screwed him for all the mistakes of the tail,
But if the donkey fell into the range,
Take your yes Give him the helm!