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#17
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Yes.
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#18
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Bones lie on the railway track
A pioneer detachment passed through here
How eagerly they hurried to the mowing
The locomotive crushed them all without effort.
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения!
И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день



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#19
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I remember liking this one:
A little boy climbed an apple tree.
The watchman, Trofimych, raised his shotgun.
A mournful cry rang out again...
"Twenty-seventh," the old man smiled.
 

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#20
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I knew many of those as a child. I even wrote them down. I remember once telling them to the class at school... I don't remember what the event was, but it was in the 3rd or 5th grade. Now, when I think about it, I wonder what the teacher thought of me.

Be strong. Believe
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By the way, regarding poetry in school, I just remembered how some of our activist students recited explicit verses by Pushkin and Yesenin. Well, what's wrong with Yesenin? Yesenin!
Просто еще один
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Moderated: INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE in the message

Fuck
women in fragrant hay.
With love, your Sergei Yesenin.

За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
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#23
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Isn't it scary?
Смысла нет, но вы держитесь там. Удачи, здоровья, хорошего настроения!
И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день



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#24
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you might not be scared, but our teacher’s eyes popped out, as if she had seen a ghost.)
Просто еще один
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#25
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I walk through the dew
I soak my feet in it,
I am just like everyone else
I want to fuck
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My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
In reply to Happy Life
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#26
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My friend loved listening to shortwave radio broadcasts, various numbered radio stations, and so on. But one day, his old radio stopped working, so we went to a flea market and bought him a replacement – it was a Soviet VEF-202 receiver. The seller looked like a typical "drunkard from the radio market" and didn't arouse any suspicion; he probably got that ill-fated receiver by buying it from some homeless person.
Well, anyway, we bought it, brought it home, plugged it into the power supply, and tuned into "Mayak" (a radio station). We sat there, had a few drinks, and I went home... The next day, my friend told me how he was sitting there, turning the tuning knob, trying to find something interesting, but all he could hear was the ubiquitous "Radio China." And suddenly, through the static, he heard someone's indistinct voice; the voice was clearly being generated somehow.
Listening closely, my friend put down a brick, and the voice said: "This receiver does not belong to you; stop using it, or you will regret it..." Thinking that it was just some radio pranksters messing around, he decided to change the frequency, but no matter how he turned the tuning knob, the voice didn't disappear. My friend, now quite scared, unplugged the power supply and took the radio into the hallway (a kind of "anteroom" separating his apartment and his neighbor's from the entrance). The next day, he told me everything, and I didn't believe him, so I decided to check it out – I plugged the receiver into the power outlet, turned the tuning knob, but there was nothing, just the usual crackling and hissing of shortwave radio.
But at night, the situation repeated itself at my friend's place: the same "generated" voice repeated the same line: "This receiver does not belong to you...", and the next day, he told me about it again. I decided that he was just messing with me, and as I was leaving, I told him to record the mysterious voice on a cassette. The next day, I went to my friend's place, but he didn't open the door for me. His phone was out of range, and his home phone didn't answer. For a few days, I didn't see him, and no one knew where he was. Realizing that something was wrong, I and his neighbors called the police, who arrived and broke down the door to his apartment. What I saw shocked me for life: my friend was lying dead at the table, and the ill-fated receiver was standing on the table, crackling quietly with shortwave radio.
As the forensic examination showed, he died of a heart attack. And only recently, when I visited his apartment with his relatives, I noticed that the receiver was gone, as if it had never been there, and a cord stretched from the place where it had been standing to a cassette player, in which an audio cassette was inserted, and the REC button was pressed. The cassette was at the end (the tape "ran out"), and it was clearly being recorded on. I am terrified to listen to what he recorded, because I told him to record that very voice! :smile08:


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#29
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Is anyone reading this?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#30
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I read it. But it's probably more suitable for a camp, to keep people entertained at night. It definitely wouldn't work now.
 

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