Bonus #18 22 января 2000

Юмор

Creativity of our club - A new version of the poem Mayakovsky "Okay."

         Those who read our newsletter already know that this 
week, two of our talented writers of our time visited muse of 
inspiration. And as always happens in such cases both 
individual, writhing in creative convulsions, seizures and 
epilepsy have begun to give rise to a new version of the poem 
Mayakovsky "Okay." And as always happens with a creative 
nature, they, in the sense of the authors the new version does 
not have tyrit original to the author, and wrote their 
"Pseudo-English" version of "Good". When I Ruslanych, read This 
new opus, derived careful scrawl on quite yet suitable paper, 
then cried: - Yes, it's not foldable, and pointless! What the 
authors responded in unison: - And you, what I wanted? The same 
MAYAKOVSKY !!!!!! 

         Well, Mayakovsky Mayakovsky so ... Yet for those
who do not know "angliytskogo" I bring a Russian translation, 
which is as different from the original. So, as this poem, I to 
my deep regret I do not know. So: 

"Good" - by Rusty (with book support by Dr.Virus)
pseudo-english edition
-------------------------------------------------- Time member 
very long, Was times will go Enigma.

Not Enigma, not says, not appokalipsis,
With Fax fly line, half life lip, drop appokalipsis
From river, with name Fuck't,
This is time will beep with Fax iron line,
This is heart with true two times,
This is be WarLord of country,
Or in heart was my.
I wanna what be with this book was,
From little peace wolk again on underhead,
GunShots now dager, line flashing,
What be from the book, in outside Funny Eyes,
From seek funny. In power dreemed wolk,
Doed and shoted power, this day, songed,
nobody to bay, we kick pencil on paper ...

"Good" - by Ruslanych (for p-eng.version by Rusty)
russian edition
-------------------------------------------------- Once, very 
long term Enig'mu decided to find,

But there is no word on Enig'me
Such is the case, your mother.
Then Fax, flying in a straight line
On the other side of the river arose
What Fuck'om summoning the people
Published his poludohly cry.
His tortured heart
It struck right twice,
As a knight in armor patient
From zahlaustnogo village.
And I would like to see this in the book
With its mysterious microcosm
All Return to the top
By gan-shotam, flash and knives.
And then from the womb of the book
I'll go with admiring eyes,
And if I find funny
Will score before the death of a powerful butt!
And the song of the day or
Nobody will buy, not sell
We handle knock on the paper
This act, the end of the letter will give.