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Day flames, hear, Jack!
Mad dog, barking,
And you goodbye forever,
In the silence of white disappear.

Last berezhesh cartridge.
A brother delish bread and water.
And the joke - the best tuning fork
In any nasty weather.

You walk trail to the Yukon,
Run your dog with you,
And the courage of the holy law
You will know in the snow and fight.

Who will give you today, one hundred,
When you're in the forty was a kid.
And fun as anybody,
Friends, and tobacco and a book.

And, scorning false, comfort,
Knew a good luck bear losses
And be outraged when they lie,
Not drinking hard liquor.

However, now is not the Klondike,
A life in the speeding car.
Marijuana. «Luky Strike»
Terrible cold of the desert.

That, like the plague, we mows stress
Heart attacks, money, sex and drunkenness.
And meanness gains weight,
And the norms of communication - rudeness.

That honesty - a relic of laughter.
A careerism - the path to the top.
And that they are up to you, for those
Who is rushing into nothing in his car.

Eugene Chertulin
1976.