Текст песни Сергей Погорелый - 6.Маскарад

A.S.Pushkin honestly ruled verse about uncle -
Whenever he were not a joke, and where would ...
And at this time in the ball - masquerade
I wandered the astrologer with the book of destinies -

M. Yu. Lermontov, the boy is still a boy,
But, come on, you made up a look -
And all scribbled something in this book ...
Or at least pretended.

For those who are illiterate here even once,
Deeper meaning of the word & quot; Masquerade & quot ;.
There in masks go with holes for the eye.
All the rest of the role is not igrat.

In the buffet there ice cream was given
To the one who danced a lot.
And plus to him, in the load, caustic potassium.
Cyanic, so once - and outright.

And if someone lost a bracelet of women,
Eony husband was flying an arrow into the buffet:
"One hundred grams of ice cream." Can be a little smaller
But with arsenic, then a kilo of candy! & Quot;

And who makes experiments with horns,
For those it was special popsicle.
When a lick was given to a lady,
Widowhood happened, sort of like.

There was one cool such Arbenin.
He, by the way, was also not weak
But he pretended that he would give a damn about everything.
That neither the cards do not matter, nor to the women.

And the prince alone lost seriously -
There are epaulettes, yes uniform -
He indulged in a corner of sorrow.
All thought - where to get money for ice cream.

Arbenin perpetrated over the prince patronage
And he played, but for his own sake,
First, his pants, then the inheritance,
Family crypt and other nonsense.

To celebrate, the prince rushed over the women,
As if they had not seen for a thousand years.
One to him: & quot; Take, they say, at least
In memory of this nice bracelet & quot ;.

She found him at the masquerade
And no, to the table of finds attributed,
I lured the prince, jokes, like, for the sake of.
And in the mask, God forgive me.

Bracelet that Ninka lost.
Arbenin's legitimate wife.
She danced a lot there ...
By their standards - everything. Doomed!

The prince showed his trophy to everyone in a row.
Like a rattle, woodpecker, they rang.
Arbenin understood at first sight -
Horns smell! - and rabid ...

With a marked card, he caught the prince,
Shoot with them from the principle did not.
Prince, after the tub of all dirt
Quite walk on the women stopped.

Arbenin was subject to bullying.
Arbenin was the white light is not nice.
And being under the weight of circumstances
He Ninku creme brulee overfed.

And ill came down. Where is health here
When in the soul of Gomorrah and Sodom.
And so that love does not rhyme with blood,
He writes a statement to the madhouse.

And this is what each expects.
Who jealous and evil knows.
And who prefers family to balam
It is unlikely that he will be requested in the madhouse!

That's all zhist. You live in the world
And suddenly the balls! - surprise between eyes ...
Turgenev I. C .. Roman "Fathers and Sons".
About it will be next time!
About it will be next time ...