-And why, all the same, mom,
Trampled — we ourselves ?,
We walk together, among the fields,
You say, everyone: “Faster, bolder!”.
-And you sonny, why are you talking,
You think completely wrong.
Because as much as possible
The shortest way is necessary for us,
-We won’t have time to escape,
We cannot avoid a problem!
-Yes, don’t think about it now,
We will be late for the evening!….
-I see you are not so,
These views are full of darkness.
Look at you
You look at yourself — not loving.
-Who do you want — the devil knows,
You hold the stick — in your hands here.
-Therefore — for now,
Like a «black cloud»! …
-Hey brother, immediately,
Let’s fly — slowly.
-You fly — don’t panic,
Hunters are above us.
Suddenly they will aim
Can you survive.
If you hit the scope,
Then slowly — you will fall
As they say: «Glorious Hunt»
You have a whole company of enemies.
Suddenly they will take your prey
Security — I will not ensure!
I’ve been through so much, it doesn’t matter
And your answer — here is equal to zero!
Oh, yes I understood, the Krylov fable,
While in your memory — subject! …
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