Текст песни Михаил Жванецкий - У каждого свои увлечения

Everyone tells me: do not look for an easy life, but no one explains why I should look for a hard one ?! Everyone has his own hobby. One stamp collects, the other - old coins. I want modern ones. I have mine. A person wants to have a lot of money. This is not a crime, it is a hobby. So now everyone is clamped. At academics I just like the salary, but it is necessary to have some kind of work, sparkle, sit in the smoke, cross worms. As they have there: first - a candidate, then - an assistant professor, then - a professor. While they give you this salary, you will turn green. They are all a hundred years old. Absurd!

The state prize is relatively good if you suddenly get it right away. But also spoiled the whole idea. Some discoveries need to be made. And I would do, not a pity, but how? Where? In what field? Come on in more detail! Maybe which deposits to open? Tell me where to go. Unfortunately, I can’t use the map, I don’t orient myself. Point out the transport, the terrain, there already, in the end, the boys will show. If diamonds, I can also get to the vein, I will wash the gold if it glitters. But they do not say where to look, they themselves, they say, dig. Well, I drove out of town on a tram, dug a little. It started to rain, and I'm in a suit. He dialed a bowl and washed it under a tap. Not a damn thing. Clogged water supply.

I can make discoveries too. What does fundamental mean? What can I do, firstly, and secondly, come on in more detail, come on in more detail. Anything from chemistry? Something to drip somewhere? Tell me where. I have some dishes. You let the man earn.

They suggested writing a song for the radio - the first prize is five hundred rubles. Well, five hundred and five hundred are not lying around either. I sat down at this table. So long sat. Two hours. The little humbler purred. Words so displayed. And there is a catch. Music, it turns out, you need to know. I called them on the phone. Sang into the pipe. The scandal came out. The girl is young, still weak. She fell or something. But the handset cannot be in her hands. I’m singing ... I have a voice - you yourself know, but five hundred rubles - a dose. And then - the turn. And I sing in the machine and ask to be recorded. We were in conflict with one of the queues, so I did not go to work. I tried the novel. But also: if you quit and write, then live on what? And if you work and write, then when to live? Maybe first a prize ?!

An actor could be. But it is also necessary that the people go to you. On the ruble it is necessary to collect from the people. Well, I won’t give the ruble for the first comer. You see how everyone clamped. Hope alone. I jumped up at night like stung. We have all forgotten. Here was Petersburg. All the counts, princes in gold walked. Where did it all go? Now nobody has anything ... So, everything is buried. I caught an old man, he told me everything and promised to show me the place where eight gold bricks lie. He just has no strength to dig. This one old man indicated eight bricks, but how many of them are running on the surface here? .. Do you need to dig! Dig it all up. A lantern, a shovel, a piece of sausage - and inland. And what to sit? Maybe someone else, but for me, as from advance to pay - terribly time is running out! .. You don’t know!