V Очнись, Украина, родная!

Лесная история                   

Под городом под Курском, а может под Рязанью ( иль, даже, под Москвой) леса большие были, в них звери дружно жили, друг к другу в дом ходили, чаи, с малиной,   пили, у них там всяк был свой.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Там каждый был счастливым: насвистывал и пел, друг друга не подсиживал, и никого не ел.                                                                     Весною на опушке водили хоровод. Простецким и беспечным был лесной народ.

         Но вот в лес заявился ещё один зверёк: шипучий и вонючий, маленький хорёк.  На всех шипел он гневно, кого б ни повстречал, ярился непременно и без конца ворчал!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Глухарь, мол, беспредельщик, ещё и туп, как пень… Мол, клюквы сока клюкнув, дуркует ночь и день.                                                                                                                                                                                   Лиса, мол, потаскуха, вульгарная старуха, у ей в башке ку-ку!- поруха, имея малый рост, таскает за собою большущий рыжий хвост.  Мол, пожила довольно – пора и на погост.                                                                                                                                         .      А крот хитрун!- глаза прищурит, как  будто он слепой, как будто бы калека, и вовсе не крутой. Мол, чтоб потом не жалковать, крота, пока не поздно, из леса надо гнать.                                                                                                                          ….У хорька: индюк ворчун сопатый, козёл  стиляга бородатый, медведь – вельможа толстопятый.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Барсук к соседям ночью тайно ходит и справляет там нужду.                       Звери друг на друга злились и затеяли вражду: сожгли, сломали дружбы мост.                                                                                                           

Лиса, вдруг, зайку не взлюбила: до кровей его избила, оторвала напрочь хвост.  

       Хорёк и белку в сердце ранил, жизнь девчонке испоганил, она теперь в дупле сидит, на всех обиженно глядит.                                                                                                                                                                               

       Хорька послушав, дятел спятил: презревши сладкую малину-долбит горькую осину.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

     Волк вконец осатанел: у ручья барашка съел.                                                                 Шакала взяв себе в подмогу, с разбоем вышел на дорогу.                                                     

      Медведь молчал, сопел всей тушей, потом надрал друзьям своим он уши: мол, у меня порядки строги-все должны об этом знать! И отправился в берлогу. До весны там будет спать, лапу левую сосать.                                                                  

 Звери дОлго б бедовали, реки слёз бы проливали, но пришёл к ним в лес сурок, дАл! хорьку под зад пинок, вЫшиб хоря за порог. В жёны взял красу лису. БаАал пять дён гремел в лесу!                                                                                                 Звери стали ладно жить, лес от хорей сторожить.                                                                                                                                                  

Сказка  ложь, да в ней намёк, киевлянам и смолянам в назидание урок.

Вокруг Лужи

Под мирным синим небом                                                                                                                           Старушка с кошкою жила,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Кормила пташек хлебом                                                                                                                                                                              И чай из блюдечка пила.                                                                                                

Вблизи вонючим блюдом                                                                                                                                                                 Лужа разлилась.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Она всем местным людом                                                                                          Комарником звалась.                                                                                                                             В ней комары плодились,                                                                                                                     Столбом звенящим вились,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Нещадно в нос и в бровь                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Жалили  старушку,                     .                                                                                                                                    Пили её кровь.                                                                                                                    

Мурлычке мышка снилась-                                                                                                                                                                       Бабульку боль будила.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Старушка материлась-                                                                                                                                                                                  Комариков давила.

И в той же самой луже               .                                                                                                                                               (Не зная бранных слов)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Жила лягушка с мужем,                                                                                                                                                                               И… ела комаров.                                                                                                                                            

Под страхом надоело                                                                                                                                                                             Кровь сосущим жить,                                                                                                                                               Гуртом взялись за дело-                                                                                                                                                                              Чтоб кваку истребить.

 Беды не обнаружив-                                                                                                                                                                       Выпили всю лужу.

Квакушке стало жарко-                                                                                                                                          Рассохлась пополам.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Так умерла лягушка                                                                                                                                                       На радость комарам.   

Не знали и не ведали                                                                                                                                     Комарики беды:                                                                                                                                                                                                              Не знали, что не можно им                                                                                                                          Плодиться без воды.                                                                                           

Без луж   и без болот                                                                                                                                                          Вымер комариный    .                  .                                                                                                                                                                                    Кровожадный род.

Бабуленька смеялась—                                                                                                                                                                                                              Исчез звенящий столб.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Кровь бабки застоялась,                                                                                                                                                                                                   Возник  нежданно тромб                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   (кто ж об этом знал),                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Забил старушке вены                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    И сердце разорвал.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Давайте так рассудим:                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Коль нам без луж не жить,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Совместно  как- то будем                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Консенсус находить.  

    Чумные с пят до головы  

Чумные с пять до головы                                                                                                                                                          Прибились парубки до Влады.                                                                                                                            -Мы не такы, русьня, як вы,                                                                                              Кричат, визжат с трибуны Рады.                                                                                                                       Грозятся под стеной Кремля                                                                                                                                            Резать, вешать москаля!

Пусть я-москаль, ты-малоросс…                                                                                                                                  У нас с тобой в поту рубаха.                                                                                                          И Бог один-Иисус Христос…                                                                                                                                                И мы потомки Мономаха.

На майданутую шпану                                                                                                                                                 Нам навалиться бы всем миром:                                                                                                                                 Тогда б в Одессе, как в Крыму,                                                                                                                                                Не стало  места злым гориллам.

Восстань студент и свинопас                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Страну свою от бед спасая.                                                                                                                                                      Луганск горит, в огне  Донбасс,                                                                                                                                       Очнись! Украина большая.

Безумцам суд свой огласи,                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Родная мать всея Руси.

Молитва                                                                 

Вот и век двадцатый минул.                                                                                             А у них всё те же нравы.                                                                             Бес войны поднял дубину.                                                                                Что же будет, Боже, правый!?

Янки, фрицы, самураи                                                                               Снова сбились в волчьи стаи.                                                      Нудят нас к военной брани.                                                                            И хохол туда же, с ними.                                                                                Образумь их, Боже, милый!                                                                                 Или мы мозги им вправим.  Сами, силой.

Я сказать не знаю как

Видно Бог в отгуле нынче:                                 

Где-нибудь лежит на пляже;

Или холст маслами мажет

С Леонардо ибн Давинчи.

Иль, чепец на ухо сдвинув,

В к нам с небес спустился старче.

И теперь на даче хрячит.

Надрывая грудь и спину,

Ростит щавель, лук, малину.

 

Я сказать не знаю как,

Чтоб не узрил Бог укора.

Но теперь кругом бардак.

Мы не можем, чтоб вот так:

Без кнута и без надзора.

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