Hermit
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I didn't hit women until I was seventeen -
At seventeen, I hit one for the first time,
Since then, there's no holding me back:
Right and left
I'm handing out "tips" to them.
But how did it happen that an intellectual,
An opponent of violence in everyday life,
Fell so low - and at that moment,
Well, if you want,
Insulted himself by punching her?
And it all happened like this: I didn't cheat on her
Not even once in three days, I confess,
And what's more, I bought her perfume!
French, my friends,
For thirty-four, seventeen.
But she had a boyfriend from "TEZHE" -
His name was Slava Golubev,
He had already given her that perfume,
Right and left
My hussy was smiling.
I was young, and I was quick-tempered -
I laid out my claims briefly -
I told her: "I strangled Slava yesterday,
Today, you little bitch,
I'll strangle you for good measure!"
With trembling hands, I approached her closely,
My teeth chattering, singing the "Marseillaise",-
My disobedient tongue stuck to my throat -
And on the right, and on the left
I gave her a good beating.
Since then, all the hussies are afraid of me -
And it hurts me, I swear!
That's why I - not a day goes by -
Hit hard and long,
But you can't hit them all - there are so many of them.
In general, the conclusion is this: in general, a woman is, of course, beautiful! But there are some women who need to be hit. They need to be, Mortulus! They need to be!
Added 2 minutes ago
But for the reason mentioned in the poem, I certainly wouldn't hit a girl.
Всё не так плохо как Вы думаете. Всё намного хуже!
