stupid horse
How Professor John Doole talked
Professor Claude Boulle, when he appeared from time to time
and the surface of the Uz River
John Doole; professor of three sciences
Hastened to Carlisle from Hull
And in the river Uz I suddenly noticed
Colleague of Claude Boulle.
Sir, it's a great honor to see you!
Professor Doole exclaimed.
But what are you doing here
On the fourth day of vacation?
Swallowing a small wave,
Buhl replied:
Sir John
I think that i
I'm drowning
I am convinced of this.
Then John Dool said:
Yah?
Claude Boulle thought about it,
He hesitated
And went
To the bottom
Probably for an answer.
Sorry, Buhl,
It's July now
Is the water warm?
Glug-glug,
Professor Boole said,
What did it mean -
Yes.
An ordinary story
A puppy was walking down the street
Either Fluff or Buddy,
Walked in a snowstorm and sunshine,
And I walked in the rain and got wet,
And even if it snowed,
A puppy was walking down the street.
I walked in the heat, in the cold and in the damp,
Walked
Walked
and grew up.
Box
Walking along the path
Serious turkey
Carried on a trolley
Iron chest.
Towards
The cow is running
Light.
Tell,
Screams
What's in the chest?
Sorry,
I'm with you
Almost unknown
Let me in,
Otherwise I'll hook you
Chest!
But the cow is menacing
Goes to the chest
And very harsh
Roars to the turkey:
Oh no!
I won't leave here until
Don't tell me what's there
Inside the chest.
* * *
Costs
Still
On the track
Turkey.
lies
Still
On a trolley
Box.
And this cow
She didn't budge.
And what's in the chest
Still
Unknown
Mr. Kwakley
(The story is mysterious and not very long)
Mr. Quackley, Esq.
Lived behind the barn
He ate and slept in the tub.
Mr. Quackly, Esq.
I took a walk behind the barn,
And since then, Mr. Quackley has been missing.
Weekie-Wackie-Wockie
Wicky Wacky Wocky Mouse
I built myself a little house.
No windows
House,
Without a roof
House,
Neither walls nor floors in that house,
But it’s so cozy to live in a house
Wicky Wacky Wocky Mouse.
Wicky Wacky Wocky Cat
Quietly
Song
Sings.
She
Without notes
But the cat knows what he is singing about.
Sings and strokes his belly
Wicky Wacky Wocky Cat.
Green story
Aunt Katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Solly
(In a green camisole)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both are wearing a green beret)
Yesterday at dawn
(In a green carriage)
We went to visit sister Henrietta,
And little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still wearing a green blanket)
They set off in pursuit.
Aunt Katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Salt
(In a green camisole)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both are wearing a green beret)
We returned home in a green carriage,
In the same one in which yesterday at dawn
She was going to her sister Henrietta.
And little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But there was still a pony
in a green blanket)
We returned in the compartment carriage.
stupid horse
The horse bought four galoshes -
A couple of good ones and a couple of worse ones.
If it's a nice day,
The horse walks in good galoshes.
It's worth waking up first in the morning -
The horse comes out wearing thicker galoshes.
If there are puddles all over the street,
The horse walks without galoshes at all.
What are you doing, horse?
do you regret your galoshes?
Isn't your health more important to you?
A little song about big rain.
A whole month in the rain
The roof gets wet
The house is getting wet,
Leaves and flowers are getting wet,
Puddles and umbrellas get wet,
Parks and fields are getting wet,
The wet ground gets wet,
And far from the earth
Get wet
In the sea
Ships.
Failed acquaintance
Billy and Doll
We climbed onto the table -
Meet a new cat.
Bill was the first
He hit a bump
And then Dolly fell down.
Goby
When I was a boy
went to the river
Carrying a pot and a net,
I have often met
By the clear water
Cheerful and kind
Goby.
Looked at me -
Fool is a fool,
He was silent, and chewed, and crunched,
And the red ears stood up straight,
And the nose, like a saucer, shone.
- Hello, bull! —
I told him.
And he answered me:
- MOO!
Now I walk with a briefcase
and wearing glasses
And I had to live in the city,
But I remember everything
Bull-fool
And a wet, friendly nose,
I keep thinking:
How is he doing?
Alone
To whom
He says:
- MOO!
Listen,
If you go to the river
And meet
with a stupid bull
He will stretch his muzzle
to your hand
And he will wag his tail at you,
Hello from me
Tell him.
And he will answer you:
- MOO!
Sad song about a baby elephant
Whomever I have in the forest -
And an elk, and a goat, and a badger.
And the old wood grouse, having heard the fox,
Takes off on a thick branch.
And the hedgehog hurries along the path, mincing,
Probably with friends for lunch.
There is no cheerful baby elephant.
The hedgehog embroiders my shirt with a cross,
A goat comes with milk,
The fox sweeps my house with his tail,
The bee treats you with honey.
The titmouse flies above me, ringing.
And the hare is my friend and neighbor.
But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest,
There is no cheerful baby elephant.
Mister Snow
- Mister Snow! Mister Snow!
Will you come visit again?
- In one hour. I give you my word.
- Thank you, Mr. Snow...
Night story
Mrs and Mr Buckley
We woke up suddenly at night.
Mrs and Mr Buckley
They opened an old chest.
Mrs and Mr Buckley.
Got it out of the chest
Large marine binoculars
And nuts (four bags).
Mrs and Mr Buckley
They walked up the stairs, sniffling,
Mrs and Mister got wet
The house swayed, creaking,
But they rose higher and higher
Four bags and binoculars,
And then we found ourselves on the roof
Mrs and Mr Buckley.
Mrs. lay down at the gate,
Mister sat down on the ledge
And they began to crack nuts,
And the shells were thrown down.
Joe Bill
Jonathan Bill
who killed
bear
in Cherny Bor,
Jonathan Bill
who bought
last year
kangaroo,
Jonathan Bill
who saved up
traffic jams
two chests,
Jonathan Bill
who fed
dates
bull,
Jonathan Bill
who treated
barley
on the left eye
Jonathan Bill
who taught
sing from notes
goat,
Jonathan Bill
who swam away
to India
to Aunt Trot, -
so here it is
this same Joe Bill
loved it very much
compote.
Fully illustrated
Vadim Alexandrovich Levin- famous children's poet, teacher, candidate of psychological sciences, member of the Moscow Writers' Union, co-author of the modern "Primer" (D. B. Elkonin - V. V. Davydov system) and textbooks on the Russian language, author of numerous books on pedagogy. Sphere of professional interests: developmental psychology, pedagogy, methods of formation of bilingualism, methods of formation artistic perception literature.
On this page we publish several poems by Vadim Levin from his book “The Stupid Horse”. The full title of the book “Stupid Horse” reads “retellings, imitations, translations from English.” You start smiling already when you read the preface.
Here is what V. Levin himself says about this:
“Since childhood, I dreamed of translating ancient poems and stories from English. But I was late: while I was growing up, Korney Chukovsky, S. Marshak and Boris Zakhoder had already translated all this. I felt very offended. It’s so offensive that if I knew any English words, I myself would compose a new old English folk ballad or song from them. And I would immediately translate it into Russian before other translators found out about it. And then I thought: “Why, in fact, does a translator from English into Russian necessarily have to wait until someone writes the English originals in English? Why not do the opposite: first compose a DO-authentic translation into Russian, and then let the English translate it back? If they don’t want to translate, so much the worse for them: it means we will have more English poems and stories than the English themselves!”
And St. Petersburg poet Mikhail Yasnov adds:
“We all got to know and love his poems when, at the end of the 60s, his book “The Stupid Horse” appeared in Novosibirsk with marvelous illustrations by Spartak Kalachev. The book was unexpected - adaptations, imitations, translations from English, but in fact - the most original, original poems, only written in a new genre. In those same years, these poems were published on the famous 16th page of the Literary Gazette with the following note: “The translations from English are so new that most of them are still English We didn’t have time to compose it in our own language."
And more from Vadim Levin’s stories about himself:
I was lucky when I was born. This happened a very long time ago - in 1933... As a child, I had many wonderful books with kind, smart and funny poems. I memorized these poems, played with them, told them to adults and peers, and tried to compose my own. I tried, tried, tried and got used to it.
An ordinary story
A puppy was walking down the street -
Either Fluff or Buddy,
Walked in a snowstorm and sunshine,
And I walked in the rain and got wet,
And even if it snowed,
A puppy was walking down the street.
I walked in the heat, in the cold and in the damp,
Walked
Walked
Walked
and grew up.
Box
Walking along the path
Serious turkey
Carried on a trolley
Iron chest.
Towards
The cow is running
Light.
- Tell, -
Screams -
What's in the chest?
Sorry,
I'm with you
Almost unknown
Let me in,
Otherwise, I'll hook you
Chest!
But the cow is menacing
Goes to the chest
And very harsh
Roars to the turkey:
- Oh no!
I won't leave here until
Don't tell me what's there
Inside the chest.
Costs
Still
On the track
Turkey.
lies
Still
On a trolley
Box.
And this cow -
She didn't budge.
And what's in the chest -
Still
Unknown.
Mr. Kwakley
(The story is mysterious and not very long)
Mr. Quackley, Esq.
Lived behind the barn
He ate and slept in the tub.
Mr. Quackly, Esq.
I took a walk behind the barn,
And since then, Mr. Quackley has been missing.
Weekie-Wackie-Wockie
Wicky Wacky Wocky Mouse
I built myself a little house.
No windows
House,
Without a roof
House,
Neither walls nor floors in that house,
But it’s so cozy to live in a house
Wicky Wacky Wocky Mouse.
Wicky Wacky Wocky Cat
Quietly
Song
Sings.
She
Without notes
But the cat knows what he is singing about.
Sings and strokes his belly
Wicky Wacky Wocky Cat.
Green story
Aunt Katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Solly
(In a green camisole)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
Yesterday at dawn
(In a green carriage)
We went to visit sister Henrietta,
And little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But the pony was still wearing a green blanket)
They set off in pursuit.
Aunt Katie
(In a green jacket)
Uncle Salt
(In a green camisole)
And also their children
Odette and Hattie
(Both are wearing a green beret)
We returned home in a green carriage,
In the same one in which yesterday at dawn
She was going to her sister Henrietta.
And little Johnny
And a gray pony
(But there was still a pony
in a green blanket)
We returned in the compartment carriage.
stupid horse
The horse bought four galoshes -
A couple of good ones and a couple of worse ones.
If it's a nice day,
The horse walks in good galoshes.
It's worth waking up first in the morning -
The horse comes out wearing thicker galoshes.
If there are puddles all over the street,
The horse walks without galoshes at all.
* * *
What are you doing, horse?
do you regret your galoshes?
Isn't your health more important to you?
A little song about big rain.
A whole month in the rain
The roof gets wet
The house is getting wet,
Leaves and flowers are getting wet,
Puddles and umbrellas get wet,
Parks and fields are getting wet,
The wet ground gets wet,
And far from the earth
Get wet
In the sea
Ships.
Failed acquaintance
Billy and Doll
We climbed onto the table -
Meet a new cat.
Bill was the first
He hit a bump
And then Dolly fell down.
Goby
When I was a boy
went to the river
Carrying a pot and a net,
I have often met
By the clear water
Cheerful and kind
Goby.
Looked at me -
Fool is a fool,
He was silent, and chewed, and crunched,
And the red ears stood up straight,
And the nose, like a saucer, shone.
- Hello, bull! -
I told him.
And he answered me:
- MOO!
Now I walk with a briefcase
and wearing glasses
And I had to live in the city,
But I remember everything
Bull-fool
And a wet, friendly nose,
I keep thinking:
How is he doing?
Alone
To whom
He says:
- MOO!
Listen,
If you go to the river
And meet
with a stupid bull
He will stretch his muzzle
to your hand
And he will wag his tail at you,
Hello from me
Tell him.
And he will answer you:
- MOO!
Sad song about a baby elephant
Whomever I have in the forest -
And an elk, and a goat, and a badger.
And the old wood grouse, having heard the fox,
Takes off on a thick branch.
And the hedgehog hurries along the path, mincing,
Probably with friends for lunch.
There is no cheerful baby elephant.
The hedgehog embroiders my shirt with a cross,
A goat comes with milk,
The fox sweeps my house with his tail,
The bee treats you with honey.
The titmouse flies above me, ringing.
And the hare is my friend and neighbor.
But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest,
There is no cheerful baby elephant.
Mister Snow
- Mister Snow! Mister Snow!
Will you come visit again?
- In one hour. I give you my word.
- Thank you, Mr. Snow...
Night story
Mrs and Mr Buckley
We woke up suddenly at night.
Mrs and Mr Buckley
They opened an old chest.
Mrs and Mr Buckley.
Got it out of the chest
Large marine binoculars
And nuts (four bags).
Mrs and Mr Buckley
They walked up the stairs, sniffling,
Mrs and Mister got wet
The house swayed, creaking,
But they rose higher and higher
Four bags and binoculars,
And then we found ourselves on the roof
Mrs and Mr Buckley.
Mrs. lay down at the gate,
Mister sat down on the ledge
And they began to crack nuts,
And the shells were thrown down.
Joe Bill
Jonathan Bill
who killed
bear
in Cherny Bor,
Jonathan Bill
who bought
last year
kangaroo,
Jonathan Bill
who saved up
traffic jams
two chests,
Jonathan Bill
who fed
dates
bull,
Jonathan Bill
who treated
barley
on the left eye
Jonathan Bill
who taught
sing from notes
goat,
Jonathan Bill
who swam away
to India
to Aunt Trot, -
so here it is
this same Joe Bill
loved it very much
compote.
Audio story “The Mysterious Chest”; author V. Levin; Poems and songs Music by V. Berkovsky and S. Nikitin; The author reads; Songs performed by Olya Rozhdestvenskaya, T. and S. Nikitin; Instrumental ensemble Sound engineer E. Polyakova; Editor I. Yakushenko; "Melody", 1981 year. Listen to the children audio tales And audiobooks mp3 in good quality online, for free and without registering on our website. Contents of the audio tale
I'm lucky: I have many friends. And almost all of them are children. And when your friends are children, this is extraordinary luck! After all, children love to laugh. And if your friends laugh, then everything is fine with you. Because if you felt bad, would your friends laugh?
I remember well that I was once a child myself and also loved to laugh. I especially laughed at the poems and fairy tales about eccentric Englishmen: about the king who begged butter for a sandwich from the court cow, about Jack who built the house, about the glutton Robin Bobbin and the wise men who swam in a basin. And as soon as I became an adult, I began to tell these stories to my little friends so that they would laugh more often. But then the poems and fairy tales that I remembered ended, and I had to invent for my friends new adventures of these funny fairy-tale Englishmen and the adventures of other Englishmen who were not at all in the old English stories. And suddenly it turned out that I was composing new English poems in Russian!
And then this happened: my friends Viktor Berkovsky and Sergei Nikitin came up with music for some of my poems, and new English songs turned out, so new that even the English don’t know them yet.
If you put on the record “Mysterious Chest”, you will hear Tatyana and Sergei Nikitin singing these songs, and I read the poems that I wrote for my friends, which means for you. So be a friend - smile while listening to our little concert, so that we know that everything is fine with you and with us!
Vadim Levin
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Preface
Children's poems by the wonderful Kharkov poet Vadim Levin (now he lives in Germany) from the book “The Stupid Horse” (West Siberian Book Publishing House, Novosibirsk, 1969), with which we want to please our little readers, were sent to me by Ostrov’s music consultant and author of our magazine Olga Berak.
The full title of the book reads “retellings, imitations, translations from English.”
Here is what V. Levin himself says about this:
Since childhood, I dreamed of translating ancient poems and stories from English. But I was late: while I was growing up, Korney Chukovsky, S. Marshak and Boris Zakhoder had already translated all this. I felt very upset. It's such a shame that if I knew any English words, I would make up a new old English folk ballad or song out of them myself. And I would immediately translate it into Russian before other translators found out about it. And then I thought: “Why, in fact, does a translator from English into Russian necessarily have to wait until someone writes the English originals in English? Why not do the opposite: first compose a DO-authentic translation into Russian, and then let the English translate it back? If they don’t want to translate, so much the worse for them: that means we will have more English poems and stories than the English themselves!”
And St. Petersburg poet Mikhail Yasnov adds:
We all learned and fell in love with his poems when, at the end of the 60s, his book “The Stupid Horse” with marvelous illustrations by Spartak Kalachev appeared, published in Novosibirsk. The book was unexpected - adaptations, imitations, translations from English, but in fact - the most original, own poems, only written in a new genre. In those same years, these poems were published on the famous 16th page of the Literary Gazette with the following note: “The translations from English are so new that the English have not yet managed to compose most of them in their own language.”
And more from Vadim Levin’s stories about himself:
I was lucky when I was born. This happened a long time ago - in 1933... As a child, I had many wonderful books with kind, smart and funny poems. I memorized these poems, played with them, told them to adults and peers, and tried to compose my own. I tried, tried, tried and got used to it.
I could also tell you a lot of interesting things about this person - after all, we lived in the same city for many years. But it’s better to let the people, thanks to whom this publication appeared - both the poems and the wonderful illustrations for them, talk about the book.
“I was so in love with his illustrations that I bought all the books where the artist was Spartak Kalachev. His signature is unique - kind, soft, amazing. Only now I found on one of the forums that many people still have the same feelings from his works,” Olga Berak wrote to me in a letter.
This is what one former little girl said on that forum, showing drawings from “Silly Horse”:
I fell in love with this artist at the age of 5 and still have tender feelings for him. I want to confess my love to him. My childhood was spent in Novosibirsk, and every Siberian child had a book called “The Stupid Horse.” And also - completely unknown to anyone outside of Siberia: “Rain, a tree and a boy.” These are charming poems by Vadim Levin with illustrations by Kalachev. Levin himself always says that the artist became the second author of his “Stupid Horse”. And as a child, I was convinced that the author himself drew - these airy, kind drawings and light, slightly foreign poems were so organic. These drawings were so unique that I identified him with the book, like an actor with a cult role. And when I came across the works of this artist, I said: “Look, this is “Stupid Horse”! And my mother told me: “Yes, this is Spartak Kalachev!” Spartak Vladimirovich Kalachev lived in Novosibirsk. But, unfortunately, 13 years ago he passed away. He was 64 years old. And, in my opinion, he was a kind genius. He created illustrations for the famous and beloved books “Three Fat Men”, “Captain Daredevil”, “The Life and Amazing Adventures of Robinson Crusoe”, “The New Adventures of Electronics”, as well as for individual poems. But I suggest you look again at the drawings from "Silly Horse." By the way, the book has been reprinted only once since 1969. The Moscow publishing house Octopus published it in 2003, preserving it almost in its original form.
And finally, about the illustrations - they are hidden in these bright rectangles that you see next to the poems. If you move your computer mouse to a fragment of the picture, you will be able to see the picture in full.
An ordinary story
A puppy was walking down the street - Either Fluff or Buddy, He was walking in a snowstorm and it was sunny, And he was walking in the rain and getting wet, And even if it was snowing, A puppy was walking down the street.
I walked in the heat, in the cold and in the damp, I walked, I walked, I walked and I grew up.
But the cow threateningly goes to the chest and very sternly Roars to the turkey: - Well, no! I won't leave here until you tell me what's inside the chest.
A serious turkey is walking along the path, carrying an iron chest on a cart. The Cow runs towards you, Light. “Tell me,” he shouts, “What is in the chest?” - Excuse me, I hardly know you, Let me in, Otherwise I’ll hook you with the Chest! * * * The Turkey is still standing on the path. Still lies on the trolley Chest. And this cow did not move. And what’s in the chest is still unknown.
Mr. Kwakley
(The story is mysterious and not very long)
Mr. Kwakley, Esq., Lived behind the barn, He dined and slept in a tub. Mr. Quackly, Esquire, took a walk behind the barn, and since then Mr. Quackly has disappeared.
Weekie-Wackie-Wockie
Wicky Wacky Wocky Mouse Built herself a little house. Windowless House, Roofless House, No walls, no floor in that house, But it’s so comfortable to live in the little house of Wicky-Wacky-Woky-Mouse.
Wicky-Wacky-Woky-Cat Sings a song quietly. She has no notes, but the cat knows what she is singing about. Sings and strokes his belly Wicky Wacky Wokey Cat.
Green story
Aunt Katie (In a green jacket), Uncle Solly (In a green doublet), And also their children Odette and Hattie (Both in a green beret) Yesterday at dawn (In a green carriage) Went to visit sister Henrietta, And little Johnny And the gray pony (But the pony was still wearing a green blanket) They set off in pursuit. Aunt Katie (in a green jacket), Uncle Soly (in a green doublet), as well as their children Odette and Hattie (both in a green beret) returned home in a green carriage, the same one in which she left yesterday at dawn to sister Henrietta.
And little Johnny And the gray pony (But the pony was still in a green blanket) Returned in the compartment carriage.
How Professor John Doole talked
With Professor Claude Boulle,
When he showed up from time to time
on the surface of the Uz River
John Doole - professor of three sciences - hurried to Carlisle from Hull And in the river Ouse he suddenly noticed a colleague - Claude Boule. “Sir, it’s a great honor to see you!” - Professor Doole exclaimed. - But what are you doing here on the fourth day of vacation? Swallowing a shallow wave, Bull answered: “Sir John, I think that I am Drowning, I am convinced of it.” Then John Dool said: “Oh, really?” Claude Boule thought about it, hesitated and went down, Probably for an answer. - Excuse me, Buhl, it’s July, is the water warm? “Bul-bul,” said Professor Buhl, which meant “Yes.”
stupid horse
The horse bought four galoshes - a pair of good ones and a pair of worse ones. If the day is fine, the Horse walks in good galoshes. It’s worth waking up to the first powder - The horse comes out in worse galoshes. If there are puddles all over the street, the Horse walks without galoshes at all.
* * * Why do you, horse, regret your galoshes? Isn't your health more important to you?
A little song about big rain
For a whole month in the rain, the roof gets wet, the house gets wet, leaves and flowers get wet, puddles and umbrellas get wet, parks and fields get wet, wet ground gets wet,
And far from the land the Ships get wet in the sea.
Failed acquaintance
Billy and Doll climbed onto the table - Meet the new cat. Bill was the first, He hit the bump, and Dolly fell down later.
When I went to the river as a boy, carrying a pot and a net, I often met a cheerful and kind bull by the clear water. He looked at me - a fool like a fool, He was silent, and chewed, and crunched, And his red ears stood up straight, And his nose, like a saucer, glittered. - Hello, bull! - I told him. And he answered me: “MU-U!” Now I walk around with a briefcase and wear glasses, And I had to live in the city, But I still remember the fool bull And the wet, friendly nose, I keep thinking: How is he doing? The only one to whom he says: - MU-U! Listen, if you go to the river and meet a stupid bull, his muzzle will reach out to your hand and begin to wave his tail at you, say hello from me, tell him. And he will answer you: - MU-U!
Winter lullaby story
About Danny, dad and cat Katie
Daniel-Danny and dad and cat sledding along the snowy paths. When, having rolled around, they entered the house, Grandma Maggie recognized them with difficulty. Daniel-Danny and dad and Katie Immediately ate a warm cutlet each and sat down next to each other to warm their hands by the fireplace, some their paws, some their cheeks and back.
Silent shadows play in the fireplace. Fell asleep next to Daniel-Danny's grandmother. Three drops fell from dad's hat. The cat warmed its cold paws.
Sad song about a baby elephant
I have everyone in my forest - an elk, a goat, and a badger. And the old wood grouse, hearing the fox, flies up onto a thick branch. And the hedgehog hurries along the path, mincing, Probably to his friends for lunch. But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest, I don’t have a cheerful baby elephant. A hedgehog embroiders my shirt with a cross, a goat comes with milk, a fox sweeps my house with its tail, a bee treats me with honey. The titmouse flies above me, ringing. And the hare is my friend and neighbor. But I don’t have a baby elephant in the forest, I don’t have a cheerful baby elephant.
Mister Snow
- Mister Snow! Mister Snow! Will you come visit again? - In one hour. I give you my word. - Thank you, Mr. Snow...
Jonathan Bill, who killed a bear in Cherny Bor, Jonathan Bill, who bought a kangaroo last year, Jonathan Bill, who saved two chests of corks, Jonathan Bill, who fed dates to a bull, Jonathan Bill, who treated a stye on his left eye, Jonathan Bill, who taught a goat to sing from notes, Jonathan Bill, who sailed to India to visit Aunt Trot - this same Joe Bill was very fond of compote.
Night story
Mrs. and Mr. Buckley woke up suddenly at night. Mrs and Mr Buckley opened the old chest. Mrs and Mr Buckley. They took out large sea binoculars and nuts (four bags) from the chest. Mrs. and Mr. Buckley walked up the stairs, snoring, Mrs. and Mister were wet, The house swayed, creaking, But they lifted everything higher, Four bags and binoculars, And then Mrs. and Mr. Buckley found themselves on the roof.
Mrs. lay down at the gate, Mister sat down on the ledge, And they began to crack nuts, And they threw shells down.
“The ballad that Sir Walter Scott did not write in English,” Vadim Levin said about this poem dedicated to Sergei Nikitin.
Prisoner and Queen
1 What will I tell you, Maria Anna? What will I tell you, Maria Anna? What will I tell you, Maria Anna? In pitch darkness on the stone floor, I measure out the days and weeks with my steps... By touch I find a mug in the corner - Salt water does not quench my thirst. What will I tell you, Maria Anna, when you call me one day? 2 The door opened with a rusty creak, and a white beast grabbed my eyes. I won't scream, I won't lose my memory. Thank you, good guard, that, mockingly, you brought a torch to my sore eyes: I so dreamed of seeing the flame up close! Footsteps hum along the echoing corridors. What will I tell you, Maria Anna? 3 I’ll tell you this, Maria Anna: - Your Majesty, Maria Anna! I will not flatter and will not reveal a secret, but I will repeat what everyone has long known: There is no more beautiful queen in the world, And there is no fairer queen. All the islands, seas and oceans have long recognized your judgment, obedient ones, And the rulers silently listen to you, And the elders accept your advice. And I, a villain whose place is in the galleys, condemned only to exile, - I came to you to ask, Maria Anna, Not justice, but mercy. What am I destined to hear in response? 4 Your eyes, my Maria Anna! And the guard hits with an iron glove. He's right: I must kneel. But I forgot how to kneel. Your eyes, my Maria Anna! You look at me, Maria Anna, With the movement of your finger you send away the guards, And you and I are alone, alone. And only your long, long throne room between us. And you sit on the throne - Maria Anna, lady, queen! - Well, speak up. What did you want to tell me? I listen to your voice, queen. - Well, speak up! I'm listening to your voice. - Yes, speak up! - you exclaim angrily. What will I tell you, Maria Anna? 5 - Your Majesty, my Maria Anna! There is no more beautiful queen in the world, And no fairer one. And more mercilessly... And I am a villain whose place is in the galleys, I beg you: be unfair. I ask for mercy, for mercy: Do not send the criminal into exile, Kill me, my Maria Anna. Touch me with your cold hand - I won’t scream, I won’t fall from pain, I myself will take your holy fingers And carefully place them on my throat And before I die I’ll whisper: “Thank you.” Maria Anna, be unfair! What will you answer me, Maria Anna? What will you answer me, Maria Anna? What will you answer me, Maria Anna?
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