Dear transmission!
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Almost crying on Saturday
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the whole Kanatchikova Dacha
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rushed to the TV.
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Instead of eating, washing,
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there it is, prick and forget, -
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all crazy hospital
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gathered at the screens.
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He spoke, wringing his hands,
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rhetoric and troublemaker:
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about the impotence of science
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before the mystery of Bermuda.
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All brains smashed to pieces
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braided all the twists,
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and ropeway authorities
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give us a second injection.
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Dear editor!
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Maybe better about the reactor,
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there, about your favorite lunar tractor?
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After all, it’s impossible, a year in a row -
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That plates scare,
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they say, vile, fly, -
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then you have dogs barking,
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then the ruins speak.
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We have mastered something -
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we beat the plates all year round,
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we already ate a dog on them,
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if the cook does not lie to us.
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And piles of medicines -
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we are in the toilet, who is not a fool.
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This is life!
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And suddenly Bermuda.
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Here are those times.
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It can't be like that!
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We did not make a scandal -
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we were missing a leader.
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There are few real violent ones -
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here and there are no leaders.
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But for machinations and nonsense
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we have networks and nonsense,
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and not spoil our lunch
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evil machinations of enemies!
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These are their thin devils |
muddy the water in the pond,
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Churchill came up with this
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in the eighteenth year.
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We are talking about explosions, about fires
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composed a TASS note,
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but the orderlies rushed
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and fixed us.
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Those who were especially fierce,
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screwed to the backs of the beds,
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fought in the foam paranoid,
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like a witcher at a coven:
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"Untie the towels,
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infidels, savages,
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we are heartbroken
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and Bermuth at heart!
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Forty souls to fight in shifts,
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blazed hot.
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How much to worry
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triangular cases!
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Almost everyone went crazy
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even who was insane,
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and then the head physician Margulis
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TV banned.
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There he is, the snake, looming in the window,
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behind the back hides the plug.
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He gave a sign to someone, so
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paramedic, pull out the wires.
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And what is left for us, to inject
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and fall to the bottom of the well
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and there is an abyss at the bottom of the well,
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like in Bermuda, forever.
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Well, tomorrow the children will ask
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visiting us in the morning:
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"Dads, what did these
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doctoral candidates?
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We will open to our children
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the truth, they don't care
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we'll say:
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"Amazing near,
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but it is forbidden!”
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There is a home-based dentist Rudik,
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Iago has a Grundig receiver, |
"Voices" for thousands of miles.
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We do not silence America in vain,
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Oh, in vain we do not crush Israel:
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With all its hostile essence
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Undermine and harm -
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Feed, sing us bermoutia
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About the mysterious square!
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lecturer from the program
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Those who somehow
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Talk about failure
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And make people nervous
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Take us, the doomed, -
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Triangle of you scientists
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Turns into insane
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Well, we are the opposite.
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Let the crazy idea
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you do not cut in haste!
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call us soon
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through the bastard head physician.
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Yours faithfully. |
Date, signature...
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Answer us, otherwise
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if you don't respond
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we will write to Sportloto. |