Mikhailo Saltikov-Shchedrin Wise Piskar (selection). Wise Pescar
Alive bov clerk. І father and mother in the new boules are reasonable; Little by little, however, the arid poviki lived in the rivers and didn’t eat until the pike. I synovі those themselves closed. “Marvel, sinka,” the old scribbler said, dying, “if you want to chew on life, then marvel at the wallpaper!”
And the young piskar had a chamber of mind. Pochav vіn tsim rozumom rozdati i bachit: where not to turn around - skіz yoma matyuk. Navkolo, near the water, all the great ribs swim, and the smaller ones; you can beat riba yoga, but you can’t beat anyone. That th not razumіє: navіscho kovtati? Cancer can be recaptured by a claw, a water flea can soak into the ridge and roll up to death. Navit your brother clerk - and the one, how to babble, that he swept the mosquito, the whole herd so rush to pick it up. Pick up and start one by one fighting, only a mosquito for free to spit.
And the human? - what kind of a vicious thing is that! I didn’t foresee some tricks of the wines, so that Yogo, the scribbler, should be miserable with death! І seine, і nets, і tops, і norota, і, nareshti ... udu! Hey, what can be a fool for an udi? - A thread, a hook on a thread, a worm on a hook, or a fly pulled on ... That one put on something like that? ... in the very, one might say, unnatural position! And in the meantime, there are more piskars and catches on your own!
The old father has guarded yoga more than once. “Most beware of the udi! – kaz vin. - If it’s a bad projectile, then with us, clerks, what’s worse, then it’s worse. They throw a fly at us, why do they want to take a bite of us; you vchepishsya in it - and death in a fly!
Rozpovіdav so old, like one time vіn trіshki vuho not spent. They caught them at that time with a whole artillery, they didn’t pull them across the entire width of the river, they dragged them like that from two along the bottom. Predilection, skilki riba todi got it! I pikes, and perches, and heads, and tiles, and chars, - they lifted lyaschiv-beds from the bottom from the bottom! And the scribblers have spent so much money. And some fears of guilt, old scribbler, endured, the docks of yoga according to rich taxes, - the price can not be said in a kazts, nor described with a pen. Wondering what to bring Yogo, but you don’t know where. Bach, on the other side - pike, on the other side - perch; think: the axis-axis of the contagion is chi that, chi іnshiy yogo z'їdyat, but the stench - do not chіpâyut... They all have one thing in their heads: death has come! and why and why she came - no one knows. Nareshti began to raise the wings of the seine net, soared Yogo on the shore and began to throw riba into the grass. From here I found out what a yushka is. Tremtit on a pіsku schos chervone; sіrі gloomy in the new uphill bіzhat; but it's so hot, that I'll once again rozіmlіv. And it’s tedious without driving, but here it’s even more piddaivat ... Chuє - “a pit”, it seems. And on the "fire" on the black, it was laid, and in the new water, like in the lake, under the hour of the storm, to walk with a shaker. Tse is a boiler, it seems. And the nasamkinets began to say: put the riba into the "cauldron" - it will be "yushka"! I sent our brother Valiti there. Shvarkne fisherman rebina - that zapochatka zanuryutsya, then, like a bad woman, jump out, then zanuryvayutsya again - and prismirіє. "Yushki", otzhe, nibbled. They felled and felled the sprout indiscriminately, and then one day, looking at the new one, it seemed: “What a look of a new one, a look of a baby, melancholy for Yushka! hai at the rivers of growth! ” Taking yogo pіd zyabra, she let water out of the vіlnu. And wine, don't be stupid, on all shoulder blades - home! Arrived, and Yogo squeaker with nori is neither alive nor dead looking.
The satirical fairy tale Wisdom piskar of the miraculous writer Saltikov-Shchedrin tells the children about those, how one fearful pisar is alive in the world. Vіn was also afraid to eat ribs and eat wudka. In order to escape death, piskar veered his own hole and did not leave it.
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Alive buv peskar. І father and mother in the new boules are reasonable; Little by little, however, the arid poviki lived in the rivers and didn’t eat until the pike. I synovі those themselves closed. "Surprise, son," the old piskar said, dying, "if you want to chew on life, so marvel at the wallpaper!"
And the young piskar had a chamber of mind. Pochav vіn tsim rozumom rozkidati i bachit: where not to turn around - skrіz yomu matyuk. Navkolo, near the water, all the larger ribs swim, and the smaller ones; you can beat riba yoga, but you can’t beat anyone. That th not razumіє: navіscho kovtati? Cancer can be recaptured by a claw, a water flea can soak into the ridge and roll up to death. Navit your brother piskar - and the one, how to bang, who, having caught a mosquito, will rush to pick up the whole herd. Pick up and start one by one fighting, only a mosquito for free to spit.
And the human? - what kind of a vicious thing is that! I didn’t foresee such tricks of the wines, so that yoga, scribbler, to miserable death! І seine, і nets, і tops, і norota, і, nareshti ... udu! Hey, what can be a fool for an udi? A thread, a hook on a thread, a hook on a hook, a worm and a fly dressed ... That one, how about it? In the very, one might say, unnatural state! And in the meantime, it’s more on your mind to catch a pescar!
The old father has guarded yoga more than once. "Beware the most! - saying vin, - if you want a bad projectile, then with us, clerks, what's worse, then it's worse. Throw a fly at us, why don't you want to take a bite of us; you cheep in it - but in a fly." then death!"
Rozpovіdav so old, like one time vіn trіshki vuho not spent. They caught them at that time with a whole artillery, they didn’t pull them across the entire width of the river, they dragged them like that from two along the bottom. Predilection, skilki riba todi got it! І pikes, і perches, і chublets, і tile, і chars, - navit lyashchiv-lezhnі z tini from the bottom lifted! And the scribblers have spent so much money. I have some fears of wines, an old piskar, have endured, the docks of yoga according to rich taxes, - the price can not be said in a kazts, nor described with a pen. Wondering what to bring Yogo, but you don’t know where. Bach, in the new one from one side - pike, from the other side - perch; think: axis-axis, at once, chi that, chi іnshiy yogo z'їdyat, and the stench - do not chіpayut... They all have one thing in their heads: death has come! And how and why it came - no one knows.
Nareshti began to raise the wings of the seine net, soared Yogo on the shore and began to throw riba into the grass. From here I found out what a yushka is. Tremtit on a pіsku schos chervone; sіrі gloomy in the new uphill bіzhat; but it's so hot, that I'll once again rozіmlіv. And it's tedious without driving, but here it's even more piddaivat ... Chuє - "a hole", it seems. And on the "vostrini" on the black, it was laid, and in the new water, like in the lake, under the hour of the storm, to walk with a shaker. Tse - "cauldron", it seems. And the nasamkinets began to say: put the riba into the "cauldron" - it will be "yushka"! I sent our brother Valiti there. Shvarkne fisherman ribin - that zapochatka zanuryatsya, then, like a god, jump out, then zanuryatsya again - and prismirіє. "Yushki", means, biting. They felled and felled the sprout indiscriminately, and then one child, looking at the new one, seemed to say: "What kind of new one, like a baby, a mess for Yushka! Let the river grow!" Taking yogo pіd zyabra that th and let water from the vіlnu. And wine, don’t be stupid, all the shoulder blades are at home! Arrived, and Yogo squeaker with nori is neither alive nor dead looking ...
I what! skilki not clouding the old one at that hour, what is such a yushka and why she’s out of it, however, bring it to the river, rarely someone who is healthy understands about the sound of may!
Ale vin, pisar-sin, miraculously remembered the povchannya of the scribbler-father, and wound it on his own. Buv is a pischanik of illuminations, darkened-liberal, and already firmly sensible, how to live a life - not those who lick the whorl. "You need to live like this, so that you don't remember anyone," having said to yourself, "otherwise you'll perish!" - I became vlashtovuvatisya. Having thought up a hole for myself in front of us, so that it would be possible for you to climb into it, but not for anyone else! Dovbav vіn nose tsyu burrow qіliy rіk, i sіlki fear at the hour priyavlyav, spending the night now in mule, then under water burdock, then in sotsі. Zreshtoy, prote, vidovbav for glory. Clean, tidy - only one can fit in at once. On the other hand, when you have written your life like this: sleep, if people, animals, birds and ribs sleep - you will be a matsion robiti, and in the day you will sit in a hole and tremtiti. But if it’s like drinking, it’s still necessary, but I don’t take paid wine and I don’t trim servants, then I’ll drink wine from nori around noon, if all the fish is already a sieve, and, God willing, it’s possible to think over a booger-friend. And if you don’t think it over, then I’m hungry at the hole in the beach, and I’ll wake up three times. Better do not eat, do not drink, lower your life with a slug of life.
So wine and repair. At night macion robiv, monthly light bathing, and in the day climbing into a hole and tremtіv. Tilki opіvdnі vibіzhit dekogo pokhopit - that scho opіvdnі promislish! At the same time, the mosquito pid the leaf in the specks is hovering, and the visor is hovering over the bark. Pokovtaє drive - and Sabbath!
To lie in day-to-day in a hole, I don’t get enough sleep at night, I don’t get my coat, and still I think: “Wait, am I alive? Oh, will you be tomorrow?”
Zadrіmaє, sinful on the right, and, uh, dream, you dream about what winning ticket and wines on the new two hundred thousand wins. Not minding yourself about the capture, roll over onto another beak - look, but in a new circle you lied about nori hung ... Well, yakby at this hour the little squint is near the boo! aje win bi yogo s nori pulling!
As if prokinuvsya wine and succumb: right against yogo nori stand cancer. Stand unmoved, nіbi charms, vitrіshchivshi on the new stone eyes. Tilki vus for the flow of water to break in. Axis if vin typing fear! І tsіlih pivdnya, until it got dark, the whole cancer on the new check, and in the meantime, all tremtiv, all tremtiv.
Once again, once you have caught the veins in front of the dawn in the hole, turn around, having calmly sighed, in front of sleep, - marvel, don’t take the stars, beat the nori itself, the pike stand and splash with its teeth. І tezh tsіli day Yogo guarded, nibi looked Yogo one sitim buv. And inflating the pike: not viyshov from measles, that sabbath.
And not once, and not twice, he was trampled with him, but every day. I won’t win, three days, win and get well, having beaten the day: “Glory to you, Lord! Alive!”
Alecia is not enough: I didn’t make friends and I didn’t have children, I want my father to have a great family. Vіn mіrkuvav like this: "Father's zhartom could live through! At that hour, the pikes were kind, and the perches did not bite on us, small fry. ninі, like a fish in the rivers appeared, and piscari drank on honor.
I lived a wise pisar such a kind for more than a hundred years. All tremtiv, all tremtiv. No friends with the new one, no relatives; no blame to whom, no to nothing. Don’t drink at the card, don’t drink wine, don’t smoke tyutyun, don’t go after red girls - just think about it one thought: “Thank God! Here you are, alive!”
Navit pikes, pіd kіnets, and tі began to praise him: "From, yakbi all lived like that - it would have been quiet near the river!" Those only stink navmisna spoke; they thought that wine was recommended for praise - axis, moving, I! Here yoga th clap! Ale wine and for a piece did not give in, but once again, with your wisdom, let the enemies win.
Rocks have passed after a hundred rokis - it’s unbelievable that, having become wise, the miner will die. Lying by the hole and thinking: "Thank God, I'm dying my own death, just like my mother and father died." And I guessed to you here the following words: "From, yakbi all lived like that, like this wisdom piskar live ..." And well, really, what would it be?
Becoming vin rozkidati rozkidat, like in a new bula chamber, and rapt you nibi htos whispering: "Azhe so, mabut, the whole piskarsky rіd has long been transferred b!"
To that, for the continuation of the food family, we need family, but in the new one we can’t. Aloe is not enough: in order for the minnow to grow and prosper, for the members to be healthy and strong, it is necessary that the stench wriggled in the native element, and not in the hole, devine mayzhe oslіp vіd vіchnyh sutіnkіv. It’s necessary, so that they ate enough food, so that the hulks didn’t frighten, one with one bread-strong they drove and one with one garlic and other powerful authorities were taken aback. For only such a life can fully nourish the sand breed and not allow it to be trimmed and born from a snitka.
It’s wrong to respect those who think that only those piskars can be respected by good hulks, who, having succumbed to fear, sit by their burrows and tremble. Hі, tse not hulks, but lesser marni piscari. No one in them is warm, nor cold, nor honor, nor dishonor, nor glory, nor dishonor ... to live, to take up space and food for nothing.
Everything was done so clearly and clearly, that with a rapt voice it came to you: Ale tіlki-but vіn thinking about tse, like a new slyakavsya. І soil, tremtyachi, die. Alive - tremtiv, and having died - tremtiv.
All the life of a mittya before him was blown away. Yakі buli yogo joy? Whom did you win? To whom did you give good pleasure? To whom did you say a good word? Whom did you give a headband, obigrіv, zahistiv? Who chuv about new? Who can guess about yoga?
And on cі power, you had a chance to say: "No one, no one."
Vіn is alive and tremtіv - only a little bit. Navit now: death is on his nose, and he must shake his mustache, he himself does not know through what. It’s dark in the new hole, it’s tight, turn around somewhere, neither the sleepy breeze is there, nor smells of warmth. I’m guilty of lying by my Syrian dark, blind, blind, not needed by anyone, lying and checking: if you’re going to die of hunger, is it enough to call for your son’s reason?
Slightly yoma, like climbing yogo’s hole, other ribs blink - it’s possible, like vin, piskary - and it’s possible not to spit on him. You won’t come to a thought: “Let me, I’ll sleep with a wise scribbler, in such a manner I’ve managed to live for more than a hundred years, and the pike didn’t shackle yoga, I didn’t kill the cancer of the claw, I didn’t catch the fishermen on the hook?” Plivut yourselves, or maybe you don’t know that the axis of your hole of wisdom is completing your life process!
And what is more important: do not call a little, so that we will call him wise. It just seems: "Chuli vy about the vislyuk, who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink, don’t kill anyone, don’t lead any bread and salt, but everything, take care of your life?" And many people call him just a fool and rubbish and wonder how to endure such idols.
Rozkidav wines in such a rank with his mind and dreams. Tobto not those who dream, but forget already becoming. The death whispers were lulled by Yogo in the air, the sigh of the sickness spread over the whole body. I gave you a lot of calm sleep here. Having won nіbi two hundred thousand, virіs on the whole brewery and forge the pike itself.
And while Yomu dreamed, Yogo's rilo, little by little, lightly, completely from nori, hung.
I raptom vin sign. What was trapilos here - what a pike yogo shackled, what a crayfish killed by a claw, or he himself died of his own death and spilled on the surface - there was no evidence of this right. Shvidshe for everything - he died himself, for what kind of caress are the schutz of the sick, dying piskar, the same "wise"?
Alive bov clerk. І father and mother in the new boules are reasonable; Little by little, however, the arid poviki lived in the rivers and didn’t eat until the pike. I synovі those themselves closed. "Marvel, sinku," the old scribbler said, dying, "if you want to chew on life, then marvel at the wallpaper!"
And the young piskar had a chamber of mind. Pochav vіn tsim rozumom rozkidati i bachit: where not to turn around - skrіz yomu matyuk. Navkolo, near the water, all the larger ribs swim, and the smaller ones; you can beat riba yoga, but you can’t beat anyone. That th not razumіє: navіscho kovtati? Cancer can be recaptured by a claw, a water flea can soak into the ridge and roll up to death. Navit your brother clerk - and the one, how to bang, who, having caught a mosquito, will rush to pick up the whole herd. Pick up and start one by one fighting, only a mosquito for free to spit.
And the human? - what kind of a vicious thing is that! I didn’t foresee some tricks of the wines, so that Yogo, the scribbler, should be miserable with death! І seine, і nets, і tops, і norota, і, nareshti ... udu! Hey, what can be a fool for an udi? - A thread, a hook on a thread, a worm on a hook, a fly on it ... That one, how? And in the meantime, there are more piskars and catches on your own!
The old father has guarded yoga more than once. "Beware the most! - saying vin, - if you want a bad projectile, then with us, clerks, what's worse, then it's worse. Throw a fly at us, why don't you want to take a bite of us; you cheep in it - but in a fly." then death!"
Rozpovіdav so old, like one time vіn trіshki vuho not spent. They caught them at that time with a whole artillery, they didn’t pull them across the entire width of the river, they dragged them like that from two along the bottom. Predilection, skilki riba todi got it! І pikes, і perches, і chublets, і tile, і chars, - navit lyashchiv-lezhnі z tini from the bottom lifted! And the scribblers have spent so much money. I have some fears of guilt, old scribbler, endured, the docks of yoga according to rich taxes, - the price can not be said in kazts, nor described with a pen. Wondering what to bring Yogo, but you don’t know where. Bach, in the new one from one side - pike, from the other side - perch; think: axis-axis, at once, chi that, chi іnshiy yogo z'їdyat, and the stench - do not chіpayut... They all have one thing in their heads: death has come! and why and why she came - no one knows. Nareshti began to raise the wings of the seine net, soared Yogo on the shore and began to throw riba into the grass. From here I found out what a yushka is. Tremtit on a pіsku schos chervone; sіrі gloomy in the new uphill bіzhat; but it's so hot, that I'll once again rozіmlіv. And it's tedious without driving, but here it's even more piddaivat ... Chuє - "a hole", it seems. And on the "vostrini" on the black, it was laid, and in the new water, like in the lake, under the hour of the storm, to walk with a shaker. Tse - "cauldron", it seems. And the nasamkinets began to say: put the riba into the "cauldron" - it will be "yushka"! I sent our brother Valiti there. Shvarkne fisherman rebina - that zapochatka zanuryutsya, then, like a god, vyskochit, potim zanuryvayutsya again - and prismirіє. "Yushki", means, biting. They felled and felled the sprout indiscriminately, and then one child, looking at the new one, seemed to say: "What a sight of a new one, a small child, a burden for Yushka! Hai at the rich forest!" Taking yogo pіd zyabra that th and let water from the vіlnu. And wine, don’t be stupid, all the shoulder blades are at home! Arrived, and Yogo squeaker with nori is neither alive nor dead looking ...
I what! skilki not clouding the old one at that hour, what is such a yushka and why she’s out of it, however, bring it to the river, rarely someone who is healthy understands about the sound of may!
Ale vin, piskar-sin, miraculously remembered the povchannya of the piskar-dad, and wound it on his own. Buv vin clerk of illumination, darkened-liberal, and already firmly minded, how to live life - not those who lick the whorl. "You need to live like this, so that you don't remember anyone," having said to yourself, "otherwise you'll perish!" - I became vlashtovuvatisya. Having thought up a hole for myself in front of us, so that it would be possible for you to climb into it, but not for anyone else! Dovbav vіn nose tsyu burrow qіliy rіk, i took skіlki fear at the same time, sleeping either in the mule, or under the water burdock, or in the social. Zreshtoy, prote, vidovbav for glory. Clean, tidy - only one can fit in at once. On the other hand, when you have written your life like this: sleep, if people, animals, birds and ribs sleep - you will be a matsion robiti, and in the day you will sit in a hole and tremtiti. But if it’s like drinking, it’s still necessary, but I don’t take paid wine and I don’t trim servants, then I’ll drink wine from nori around noon, if all the fish is already a sieve, and, God willing, it’s possible to think over a booger-friend. And if you don’t think it over, then I’m hungry at the hole in the beach, and I’ll wake up three times. Better do not eat, do not drink, lower your life with a slug of life.
So wine and repair. At night he was timid, at the moonlight he bathed, and in the day he climbed into the hole and tremtiv. Tilki opіvdnі vibіzhit dekogo pokhopit - that scho opіvdnі promislish! At the same time, the mosquito pid the leaf in the specks is hovering, and the visor is hovering over the bark. Pokovtaє drive - and Sabbath!
To lie in day-to-day in a hole, I don’t get enough nights, I don’t finish the little thing, and still I think: “Have you guessed that I’m alive? Oh, will you be tomorrow?”
Zadrіmaє, sinful on the right, but in my dream I dream that the new one has a winning ticket and wines for the new two hundred thousand wins. Not minding yourself about the grip, roll over onto another beak - look, but in a new circle you lied about nori hanging ... Well, yakby at this hour, the little puppies are near the boo! aje win bi yogo s nori pulling!
As if prokinuvsya wine and succumb: right against yogo nori stand cancer. Stand unmoved, nіbi charms, vitrіshchivshi on the new stone eyes. Tilki vus for the flow of water to break in. Axis if vin typing fear! І tsіlih pivdnya, until it got dark, the whole cancer on the new check, and in the meantime, all tremtiv, all tremtiv.
Once again, once you have caught the veins in front of the dawn in the hole, turn around, having calmly sighed, in front of sleep, - marvel, don’t take the stars, beat the nori itself, the pike stand and splash with its teeth. І tezh tsіli day Yogo guarded, nibi looked Yogo one sitim buv. And inflating the pike: not viyshov from measles, that sabbath.
And not once, and not twice, he was trampled with him, but every day. I won’t win, three thousand, won and got well, having beaten the day: “Glory to you, Lord! Alive!”
Alecia is not enough: I didn’t make friends and I didn’t have children, I want my father to have a great family. Vіn mіrkuvav like this: "Father's zhartom could live through! At that hour, the pikes were kind, and the perches did not bite on us, small fry. ninі, like a fish in the rivers appeared, and piscari drank on honor.
I lived a wise piskar of this kind for more than a hundred years. All tremtiv, all tremtiv. No friends with the new one, no relatives; no blame to whom, no to nothing. You don’t drink at the card, you don’t drink wine, you don’t smoke tyutyun, you don’t go after red girls - you only think one thought: “Thank God!
Navit pikes, pіd kіnets, and tі began to praise him: "From, yakbi all lived like that - it would have been quiet near the river!" Those only stink navmisna spoke; they thought that wine was recommended for praise - axis, moving, I! here yoga th clap! Ale wine and for a piece did not give in, but once again, with your wisdom, let the enemies win.
Skіlki past rokіv after a hundred rokiv - nevіdomo, chi becoming a wise clerk to die. Lying by the hole and thinking: "Thank God, I'm dying my own death, just like my mother and father died." And I thought to you here the following words: "From, yakbi all lived like that, like a wise scribbler lives ..." And well, really, what would it be?
Becoming vin rozkidati rozkidat, like in a new bula chamber, and rapt you nibi htos whispering: "Azhe so, mabut, the whole piskarsky rіd has long been transferred b!"
To that, for the continuation of the piskar family, we need family, but in the new one we can’t. Aloe is not enough: in order for the scribbler to grow and prosper, for his members to be healthy and strong, it is necessary that the stench wriggled in the native element, and not in the hole, devine mayzhe became blind in the days of the eternal day. It’s necessary, so that they ate enough food, so that the hulks didn’t frighten, one with one bread-strong they drove and one with one garlic and other powerful authorities were taken aback. For only such a life can make the scribbler breed completely and not allow it to be trimmed and born into a snitka.
It’s wrong to respect those who think that only those piskars can be respected by good hulks, who, having succumbed to fear, sit by their burrows and tremble. Hі, tse not hulks, but lesser marni piscari. No one in them is warm, nor cold, nor honor, nor dishonor, nor glory, nor dishonor ... to live, to take up space and food for nothing.
Everything was done so clearly and clearly, that with a rapt voice it came to you: Ale tіlki-but vіn thinking about tse, like a new slyakavsya. І soil, tremtyachi, die. Alive - tremtiv, and having died - tremtiv.
All the life of a mittya before him was blown away. Yakі buli yogo joy? who wins potishiv? who gave a treat? to whom did you say a good word? whom did you give a headstock, beaten, defended? who chuv about new? who can guess about yoga?
And on cі power, you had a chance to say: "No one, no one."
Vіn is alive and tremtіv - only a little bit. Navit now: death is on his nose, and he must shake his mustache, he himself does not know through what. It’s dark in the new hole, it’s tight, turn around somewhere, neither the sleepy breeze is there, nor smells of warmth. I’m guilty of lying by my Syrian dark, blind, blind, not needed by anyone, lying and checking: if you’re going to die of hunger, is it enough to call for your son’s reason?
Slightly yoma, like climbing yogo’s hole, other ribs blink - it’s possible, like vin, piskary - and it’s possible not to spit on him. You won’t come to a thought: “Let me, I’ll sleep with a wise scribbler, in such a manner I’ve managed to live for more than a hundred years, and the pike didn’t shackle yoga, I didn’t kill the cancer of the claw, I didn’t catch the fishermen on the hook?” Plivut yourselves, or maybe you don’t know that the axis of this hole of wisdom is the clerk of his life that is completing the process!
And what is more important: do not call a little, so that we will call him wise. It just seems: "Chuli vy about the vislyuk, who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink, don’t kill anyone, don’t lead any bread and salt, but everything, take care of your life?" And many people call him just a fool and rubbish and wonder how to endure such idols.
Rozkidav wines in such a rank with his mind and dreams. Tobto not those who dream, but forget already becoming. The death whispers were lulled by Yogo in the air, the sigh of the sickness spread over the whole body. I gave you a lot of calm sleep here. Having won nіbi two hundred thousand, virіs on the whole brewery and forge the pike itself.
And while Yomu dreamed, Yogo's rilo, little by little, lightly, completely from nori, hung.
I raptom vin sign. What was trapilos here - what a pike yogo shackled, what a crayfish killed by a claw, or he himself died of his own death and spilled on the surface - there was no evidence of this right. Shvidshe for everything - he died himself, for what kind of caress are the schutz of the sick, dying piskar, the same "wise"?
Illustrations: Kukriniksi
I what! skilki not clouding the old one at that hour, what is such a yushka and why she’s out of it, however, bring it to the river, rarely someone who is healthy understands about the sound of may!
Ale vin, piskar-sin, miraculously remembered the povchannya of the piskar-dad, and wound it on his own. Buv vin clerk of illumination, darkened-liberal, and already firmly sensible, how to live life - not those who lick the whorl. "You need to live like this, so that you don't remember anyone," having said to yourself, "otherwise you'll perish!" - I became vlashtovuvatisya. Nasampered, having invented such a hole for himself, so that it would be possible for you to climb into it, but not for anyone else! Dovbav vіn nose tsyu burrow qіliy rіk, i took skіlki fear at the same time, sleeping either in the mule, or under the water burdock, or in the social. Zreshtoy, prote, vidovbav for glory. Clean, tidy - only one can fit in at once. On the other hand, if you live your life like this: at night, if people, animals, birds and ribs sleep, you will be a mother, and in the day you will sit in a hole and tremtiti. But if it’s like drinking, it’s still necessary, but I don’t take paid wine and I don’t trim servants, then I’ll drink wine from nori around noon, if all the riba is already a sieve, and, God willing, it’s possible to think over a booger-friend. And if you don’t think it over, then I’m hungry at the hole in the fall and I’ll renew three times. Better do not eat, do not drink, lower your life with a slug of life.
So wine and repair. At night he was timid, at the moonlight he bathed, and in the day he climbed into the hole and tremtiv. Tilki opіvdnі vibіzhit dekogo pokhopit - that scho opіvdnі promislish! At the same time, the mosquito pid the leaf in the specks is hovering, and the visor is hovering over the bark. Pokovtaє drive - and Sabbath!
To lie in day-to-day in a hole, not to sleep at night, not to get enough shmaka, and everyone thinks: “Hey, am I alive? oh, what will you be tomorrow?
Zadrіmaє, sinful on the right, but in my dream I dream that the new one has a winning ticket and wines for the new two hundred thousand wins. Not mindful of the sight of suffocation, to roll over onto another beak - look, but in a new circle it was hanging from the nori ... Well, yakby at this hour the little squint is near the boo! aje win bi yogo s nori pulling!
As if prokinuvsya wine and succumb: right against yogo nori stand cancer. Stand unmoved, nіbi charms, vitrіshchivshi on the new stone eyes. Tilki vus for the flow of water to break in. Axis if vin typing fear! І tsіlih pivdnya, until it got dark, the whole cancer on the new check, and in the meantime everything was tremtiv, everything was tremtiv.
For the second time, when you suddenly caught the veins in front of the star in the hole, turn around, having calmly sighed like a licorice, at the beginning of sleep, - marvel, don’t take the stars, beat the pike itself nori stand and caress with your teeth. І tezh tsіli day Yogo guarded, nibi looked Yogo one sitim buv. And inflating the pike: not viyshov from nori, that sabbath.
And not once, and not twice, he was trampled with him, but every day. I won’t win, three days, won and got well, having won the day: “Glory to you, Lord! alive!
Alecia is not enough: I didn’t make friends and I didn’t have children, I want my father to have a great family. Vіn mіrkuvav like this: “Batkovі zhartoma can be lived through! At that hour, the pikes were kind, and the perches didn’t sting at us, the dribnitsa. And if you want some wine and having eaten at Yushka, so here you know a child, such a yogo is squishy! And ninі, like a fish in the rivers, they ate, and they ate piskars for honor. So already here it’s not up to sіm'ї, but how to live only by yourself!
I lived a wise piskar of this kind for more than a hundred years. All tremtiv, all tremtiv. No friends with the new one, no relatives; no blame to whom, no to nothing. I don’t drink at the card, I don’t drink wine, I don’t smoke tyutyun, I don’t go after red girls - I only think about one thought: “Thank God! come on, alive!
Navit pikes pіd kіnets and tі began to praise him: “From, yakbi all lived like that, it would have been quiet near the river!” Those only stink navmisna spoke; they thought that wine was recommended for praise - axis, moving, I! here yoga th clap! Ale wine and for a piece did not give in, but once again, with your wisdom, let the enemies win.
Skіlki past rokіv after a hundred rokіv - it is impossible, chi becoming a wise clerk to die. Lying at the hole and thinking: "Thank God, I'm dying my own death, like my mother and father died." And I thought to you here the following words: “From, yakbi all lived like that, like a wise clerk alive ...” Well, really, what would it be?
Having become a rozkidat with a mind, like in a new bula chamber, and rapt you nibi htos whispering: “Azhe so, maybe, the whole piskarsky rіd has long been transferred!”
To that, for the continuation of the piskar family, the first thing is necessary for everything, but there is nothing in it. Ale, that’s not enough: for the one who squeaker’s family flourished and prospered, for his limbs to be healthy and strong, it’s necessary that the stench wriggled at the native element, and not in the hole, de vin mayzhe became blind in the evenings. It’s necessary, so that they ate enough food, so that the hulks didn’t frighten, one with one bread-strong they drove and one with one garlic and other powerful authorities were taken aback. For only such a life can make the scribbler breed completely and not allow it to be trimmed and born into a snitka.
It’s wrong to respect those who think that only those piskars can be respected by good hulks, who, having succumbed to fear, sit by their burrows and tremble. Hі, tse not hulks, but lesser marni piscari. No one in them is warm, nor cold, nor honor, nor dishonor, nor glory, nor dishonor ... to live, to take up space and food for nothing.
Everything was done so clearly and clearly that it came to you with a rapt whine: “I’ll let go of that gogol along the whole river!” Ale tіlki-but vіn thinking about tse, like a new slyakavsya. І soil, tremtyachi, die. Alive - tremtiv, and dying - tremtiv.
All the life of a mittya before him was blown away. Yakі buli yogo joy? who wins potishiv? who gave a treat? to whom did you say a good word? whom did you give a headstock, beaten, defended? who chuv about new? who can guess about yoga?
And at the request, he had a chance to say: “No one, no one.”
Vіn is alive and tremtіv - only a little bit. Navit now: death is on his nose, and he is shaking everything, he himself does not know through what. At the hole in the new it is dark, tight, turn around; no sleepy promin is not overdone, nor does it smell of warmth. I’m guilty of lying by my Syrian dark, blind, blind, not needed by anyone, lying and checking: if you’re going to die of hunger, is it enough to call for your son’s reason?
Just a little bit, like a yogo burrow, other ribs blink - it’s possible, like a wine, a piskary, - and you don’t want to chime in on him. You won’t come to a thought: “Give it a go, I’ll sleep with a wise scribbler, in such a manner I managed to live for more than a hundred years, and I didn’t shackle the pike, I didn’t kill the cancer with a claw, I didn’t catch the fishermen on the hook?” Plivut yourselves, or maybe you don’t know that the axis of this hole of wisdom is the clerk of his life that is completing the process!
And what is more important: do not call a little, so that we will call him wise. It just seems: “Chuli vy about the visluka, who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink, doesn’t kill anyone, doesn’t lead any bread and salt, but everything, who will take care of your life?”. And many people call him just a fool and rubbish and wonder how to endure such idols.
Rozkidav wines in such a rank with his mind and dreams. Tobto not those who dream, but forget already becoming. They lulled at Yogo in deathly whispers, spread all over the body of the sickness. I gave you a lot of calm sleep here. Having won nіbi two hundred thousand, virіs on the whole brewery and forge the pike itself.
And while Yomu dreamed, Yogo's rilo, little by little, lightly, completely from nori, hung.
I raptom vin sign. What was trapilos here - what a pike shackled yogo, what a cancer with a claw killed, what he himself died of his own death and spilled on the surface - there was no evidence of this right. Better for everything - he died himself, for what kind of caress schutsі kovtati ailing, dying piskar, the same wise one?
Alive bov clerk. І father and mother in the new boules are reasonable; Little by little, however, the arid poviki lived in the rivers and didn’t eat until the pike. I synovі those themselves closed. “Marvel, sinka,” the old clerk said, dying, “if you want to chew on life, then marvel at the wallpaper!” And the young piskar had a chamber of mind. Pochav vіn tsim rozumom rozdati i bachit: where not to turn around - skіz yoma matyuk. Navkolo, near the water, all the great ribs swim, and the smaller ones; you can beat riba yoga, but you can’t beat anyone. That th not razumіє: navіscho kovtati? Cancer can be perezated by a claw, a water flea can soak into the ridge and roll up to death. Navit your brother a clerk - and the one, how to bang, who, having caught a mosquito, will rush to pick up the whole herd. Pick up and start one by one fighting, only a mosquito for free to spit. And the human? - what kind of a vicious thing is that! I didn’t foresee some tricks of the wines, so that Yogo, the scribbler, should be miserable with death! І seine, і nets, і vіrshі, і norota, і, nareshti... udu! Hey, what can be stupid for udi? - A thread, a hook on a thread, a hook on a hook - a worm and a fly ... That one, put it on? .. at the very, one might say, unnatural camp! And in the meantime, there are more piskars and catches on your own! The old father has guarded yoga more than once. “Most beware of the udi! - saying wine, - even if it’s the worst projectile, then with us, clerks, what’s worse, then it’s worse. They throw a fly at us, why do they want to take a bite of us; you vchepishsya in it - and death in a fly! Rozpovіdav so old, like one time vіn trіshki vuho not spent. They caught them at that time with a whole artillery, they didn’t pull them across the entire width of the river, they dragged them like that from two along the bottom. Predilection, skilki riba todi got it! І pikes, і perch, і chub, і tile, і char, — navit lyashchiv-lezhnі z tini from the bottom lifted! And the scribblers have spent so much money. And some fears of guilt, old scribbler, endured, the docks of yoga according to rich taxes, - the price can not be said in a kazts, nor described with a pen. Wondering what to take Yogo, but don’t know where. Bach, there is a pike in one side, a perch in the other; think: axis-axis, at once, chi that, chi іnshiy yogo z'їdyat, but the stench - do not chіpayut... They all have one thing in their heads: death has come! and why and why she came - no one knows. Nareshti began to raise the wings of the seine net, soared Yogo on the shore and began to throw riba into the grass. Axis of faults and recognition of what is wrong. Tremtit on a pіsku schos chervone; sіrі gloomy in the new uphill bіzhat; but it's so hot, that I'll once again rozіmlіv. And it's tedious without driving, but here it's even more piddayut ... Chuє - "cavity", it seems. And on the "fire" on the black, it was laid, and in the new water, like in the lake, under the hour of the storm, to walk with a shaker. Tse is a boiler, it seems. And the nasamkinets began to say: put the riba into the "cauldron" - it will be "yushka"! I sent our brother Valiti there. Shvarkne fisherman ribin - that zapochatka zanuryutsya, then, like a bad woman, jump out, then zanuryvayutsya again - and pacify. "Yushki", otzhe, nibbled. They felled and felled the sprout indiscriminately, and then one day, looking at the new one, it seemed: “What a look of a new one, a look of a baby, melancholy for Yushka! hai at the rivers of growth! ” Taking yogo pіd zyabra, she let water out of the vіlnu. And vin, don't be stupid, on all shoulder blades - home! Arrived, and Yogo squeaker with nori is neither alive nor dead looking ... I what! skilki not clouding the old one at that hour, what is such a yushka and why she’s out of it, however, bring it to the river, rarely someone who is healthy understands about the sound of may! Ale vin, piskar-sin, miraculously remembered the povchannya of the piskar-dad, and wound it on his own. Buv vin is a clerk of illuminations, darkened-liberal, and firmly sensible that life is not lived by those who lick the whorl. "You need to live like this, so that you don't remember anyone," having said to yourself, "otherwise you'll perish!" - I became vlashtovuvatisya. Having thought up a hole for myself in front of us, so that it would be possible for you to climb into it, but not for anyone else! Dovbav vіn nose tsyu burrow qіliy rіk, i took skіlki fear at the same time, sleeping either in the mule, or under the water burdock, or in the social. Zreshtoy, prote, vidovbav for glory. Clean, tidy - only one can fit in at once. On the other hand, if you live your life like this: at night, if people, animals, birds, and ribs sleep, you will be robiti matzion, and in the day - sit and three times in a hole. But if it’s like drinking, it’s still necessary, but I don’t take paid wine and I don’t trim servants, then I’ll drink wine from nori around noon, if all the fish is already a sieve, and, God willing, it’s possible to think over a booger-friend. And if you don’t think it over, then I’m hungry at the hole in the beach, and I’ll wake up three times. Better do not eat, do not drink, lower your life with a slug of life. So wine and repair. At night he was timid, at the moonlight he bathed, and in the day he climbed into the hole and tremtiv. Just think about it! At the same time, the mosquito pid the leaf in the specks is hovering, and the visor is hovering over the bark. Pokovtaє vodi and Sabbath! To lie in day-to-day in a hole, I don’t get enough nights, I don’t finish my coat, and still I think: “Hey, am I alive? oh, what will you be tomorrow? Zadrіmaє, sinful on the right, but in my dream I dream that the new one has a winning ticket and wines for the new two hundred thousand wins. Not mindful of the sight of suffocation, to roll over onto another beak - look, but in a new circle it was hanging from nori ... Well, yakby, at this hour, the little bean is near! aje win bi yogo s nori pulling! As if prokinuvsya wine and succumb: right against yogo nori stand cancer. Stand unmoved, nіbi charms, vitrіshchivshi on the new stone eyes. Tilki vus for the flow of water to break in. Axis if vin typing fear! І tsіlih pivdnya, until it got dark, the whole cancer on the new check, and in the meantime, all tremtiv, all tremtiv. For the second time, when you suddenly caught the veins in front of the star in the hole, turn around, having calmly sighed like a licorice, at the beginning of sleep, - marvel, don’t take the stars, beat the pike itself nori stand and caress with your teeth. І tezh tsіli day Yogo guarded, nibi looked Yogo one sitim buv. And inflating the pike: not viyshov from nori, that sabbath. And not once, and not twice, he was trampled with him, but every day. I won’t win, three days, won and got well, having won the day: “Glory to you, Lord! alive! Alecia is not enough: I didn’t make friends and I didn’t have children, I want my father to have a great family. Vіn mіrkuvav like this: “Batkovі zhartoma can be lived through! At that hour, the pikes were kind, and the perches didn’t sting at us, the dribnitsa. And if you want some wine and having eaten at Yushka, so here you know a child, such a yogo is squishy! And ninі, like a fish in the rivers, they ate, and they ate piskars for honor. So already here it’s not up to sіm'ї, but how to live only by yourself! I lived a wise clerk of this kind for a hundred years. All tremtiv, all tremtiv. No friends with the new one, no relatives; no blame to whom, no to nothing. I don’t drink at the card, I don’t drink wine, I don’t smoke tyutyun, I don’t go after red girls - I just think about it one thought: “Thank God! come on, alive! Navit pikes, pіd kіnets, and і began to praise him: “From, yakbi all lived like that - it would have been quiet near the river!” Those only stink navmisna spoke; they thought that wine was recommended for praise - axis, moving, I! here yoga th clap! Ale wine and for a piece did not give in, but once again, with your wisdom, let the enemies win. Rocks have passed after a hundred years - it’s impossible to die, having become a wise clerk. Lying at the hole and thinking: "Thank God, I'm dying my own death, like my mother and father died." And I thought to you here the following words: “From the yakby, everyone lived like that, like a wise scribbler lives ...” Well, really, what would it have been? Having become a rozkidat with a mind, like in a new bula chamber, and rapt you nibi htos whispering: “Azhe so, maybe, the whole piskarsky rіd has long been transferred!” To that, for the continuation of the piskar family, we need family, but in the new one we can’t. Aloe is not enough: in order for the scribbler to grow and prosper, for his members to be healthy and strong, it is necessary that the stench wriggled in the native element, and not in the hole, devine mayzhe became blind in the days of the eternal day. It’s necessary, so that they ate enough food, so that the hulks didn’t frighten, one with one bread-strong they drove and one with one garlic and other powerful authorities were taken aback. For only such a life can make the scribbler breed completely and not allow it to be trimmed and born into a snitka. It’s wrong to respect those who think that only those piskars can be respected by good hulks, who, having succumbed to fear, sit by their burrows and tremble. Hі, tse not hulks, but lesser marni piscari. No one in them is warm, nor cold, nor honor, nor dishonor, nor glory, nor dishonor ... to live, to take up space and food for nothing. Everything was done so clearly and clearly, that it came to you with a rapt whine: “I forgot that gogol all over the river!” Ale tіlki-but vіn thinking about tse, like a new slyakavsya. І soil, tremtyachi, die. Alive - tremtiv, and dead - tremtiv. All the life of a mittya before him was blown away. Yakі buli yogo joy? who wins potishiv? who gave a treat? to whom did you say a good word? whom did you give a headstock, beaten, defended? who chuv about new? who can guess about yoga? And at the request, he had a chance to say: “No one, no one.” Vіn is alive and tremtіv — only a few years. Navit now: death is on his nose, and he must shake his mustache, he himself does not know through what. It’s dark in the new hole, it’s tight, turn around somewhere, neither the sleepy breeze is there, nor smells of warmth. I’m guilty of lying by my Syrian dark, blind, blind, not needed by anyone, lying and checking: if you’re going to die of hunger, is it enough to call for your son’s reason? Just a little bit, like a yogo hole, other ribs blink - it’s possible, like a win, a piskary - and it’s possible not to squeak at him. You won’t come to a thought: “Let me, I’ll sleep with a wise scribbler, in such a manner I managed to live a hundred years ahead of time, and the pike didn’t shackle it, I didn’t kill the claw claw, I didn’t catch the fishermen on the hook?” Plivut yourselves, or maybe you don’t know that the axis of this hole of wisdom is the clerk of his life that is completing the process! And what is more important: do not call a little, so that we will call him wise. It just seems: “Chuli vy about the vislyuk, who doesn’t eat, doesn’t drink, don’t kill anyone, don’t drive any bread and salt, but take care of everything that you find your life?”. And many people call him just a fool and rubbish and wonder how to endure such idols. Rozkidav wines in such a rank with his mind and dreams. Tobto not those who dream, but forget already becoming. The death whispers were lulled by Yogo in the air, the sigh of the sickness spread over the whole body. I gave you a lot of calm sleep here. Having won nіbi two hundred thousand, virіs on the whole brewery and forge the pike itself. And while Yomu dreamed, Yogo's rilo, little by little, lightly, completely from nori, hung. I raptom vin sign. What was trapilos here - what a pike shackled yogo, what a crayfish killed with a claw, what he himself died of his own death and spitting on the surface - there was no evidence of this right. Shvidshe for everything - he died himself, for the caress wise?
