JUST POEMS.

[Christmas_Christmas]

"Грустная"....

[Barsuk70]

I, she told you, Vasya,
I’ll give you the most expensive thing.
I said: For 100 rubles I agree,
If it’s more, I’ll give it half and half with a friend.
Women are very evil horses,
Rack up, bite the bit...
Maybe I didn’t understand something,
But she was offended and left.
A month later, the unrest subsided,
A month later she came again.
I have a feeling
That she was satisfied with the price.

[Kayfolov]

The infantry was trained to fight.
The infantry was trained to kill.
With fire. From a three-line rifle, on the run,
All five rounds - at a familiar target,
At a fierce, sworn enemy
In a gray-green overcoat, matching the belt.
Grenade . Having slightly delayed
To throw the already prepared grenade,
So that, falling close to the enemy’s feet,
The copper-yellow detonator was triggered.
With a bayonet. With one movement of the hand.
Shallow, half a bayonet, not far away.
And then, there were cases when bayonets
They got stuck in the bones, like in wood.
With the butt. Swinging from the shoulder
The butt pad in the face or collarbone.
And hit for sure, without getting excited,
If you miss, there is no guarantee for you.
With a spatula. Under the helmet.
Not in the helmet - a little lower, along the temple
So that the leather string bursts
And the helmet rolled on the sand.
With army boots. In the knee.
And when he twists in pain - across the face.
In the blood so that it is hot and salty
The scoundrel will choke forever.
And, finally, only with his bare hands.
Put it on the ground with a cut
And, gnashing your teeth in rage,
Strangle yourself with these hands.
It is necessary to fight with the enemy.
The enemy must be killed

Yuri Belash

[Barsuk70]

I’ll take half the road,
No one can pass.
Mercedes, Zhiguli...
The women will all be mine.
Going out onto the road,
nKnow that I can see everything from above.
Along some black Volga
I drove a wheel.
From a crushed car,
Forgetting about the major,
They climb on my colossus
Two legged helpers.
K-700, my K-700
It’s a beast of a machine, that’s a fact.
The wheel is higher than the roof,
nAnd the cabin is in the clouds.
It’s a beast of a car, that’s a fact.
Two seats are like a bed.
I’ll fill the cabin with women
And I’ll go for a ride.
nI know, women love strength
Unbridled power.
My dear friend, rape,
Like that Volga, on this night.
K-700, only he is alone
On the road, gentleman,
He is a hero, he is great,
He is a man, a big guy, a male.
Cute, yellow K-700,
He is leaving into flight.
Flies into the starry sky,
Whizzes wildly with a diesel engine.
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