A
message for everyone
Posted by Biana on July 11, 1997 Hello, everybody
Let's discuss something that all of us would be
interested
in discussing. How about literature? Of Russian
Literature,
I love bulgakov's "master and Margarita", I
also like Tolstoy's
"war and Peace " and "Anna Karenina".
I also enjoy works of
Dostoevsky, Turgenev and Pushkin
Of foreing writers, I like Moupassan, Gete, Flaubert,
Dumas, Camus.
Anyone has any comments on any of the above???
Re: A message
for everyone
Posted by Pluto on July 13, 1997
Skvoz' buri radioefira
Biani yasnii, teplii glas
Volshebnoi grust'u nejit nas,
Kak noch'u veyan'e zefira ..
Ballada o
necrophile
(Posvjaschaetsa Biane)
Posted by Seksapeal Microkarimov on July 16, 1997
Zovu sebja Ja Hank,
Iz kishlaka Ja,
Sud'ba!
Ona - nasmeshnitca takaja:
Odnazhdi, letneju poroj,
Bredu cherez pogost domoj.
Vdrug chu..
Vdali lopati zvon,
O! Bozhe!
Nu konechno:
On!!!
Prokljatij izverg Buratino,
Izvestnij miru necrophil
Nad rasprostertoju mogiloj
Truditsa,
Ne zhaleja sil.
-Kuda shagaesh,
staroe mudilo? -
Ko mne vdrug obraschaetsa naxal,
- Kto po oshibke temnoj sili
tvoju mogilku raskopal?
Opilki Buratino ster s
litsa,
Lopatu brosil
A Ja krichu:
- Domoj xochu
pod pled,
literaturnie voprosi
xochu vvodit'
v neschastnij Internet...
Smejotsa On:
- Nu net,
snachala
lozhis-ka v grob,
da sladostno stoni...
No k schastju nebo rozovoe stalo
Na zemlu slat' rassvetnie ogni.
Bezhal Ja chto est'
sil,
So straxu ili s duru
Domoj,
Pod pled,
K rodimomu PC.
S Bianoj obsuzhdat/ literaturu,
(Obichnuju xrenovinu nesti).
Vkluchil,
Zazhglos!
O Bozhe! Bozhe!
Na internete imja to zhe.
I zdes' prokljatij necrophil
Rastlennix virshej nakrutil.
* * *
Biana!
A ti lubish poeziju? A poetov?
A necrophilov?
Au revoir, mon amour Biana.
Re: Ballada o
necrophile
(Posvjaschaetsa Biane)
Posted by Biana on July 17, 1997
How sweet, someone
dedicated a poem to me......:-)
I do like Shakespearean and Petrarkian sonnets, would you
like to write one? :-)
Re: Ballada o
necrophile
(Posvjaschaetsa Biane)
posted by
Seksapeal Microkarimov on July 17, 1997
You hardly need sonnet
Petrarkan or Shakespearean
Instead of dedicated one
To you as Seksapealian.
With love.
Seksapeal.
Biane i drugim
zhenshinam Mahalli
Posted by D.Nekto on August 18, 1997 at 19:47:19:
Biana, ty znayesh, shto
Suda zahazhivaet Pluto,
Umershih tel zloveshii bog.
Ty pomnish Stellu, tu shto
Podnimala etot...kak evo...nu...
Nastroen'e vseh rebyat vokrug.
Tak vot,
Speshu tebe ya soobshit'
Prichinu Stellinoi propazhi,
A glavnoe, tebya predupredit',
Shto zhizn' tvoya v opasnosti, a tak zhe
Zhizn' mnogih zhenshin Mahalli.
Bednyazhka Stella,
Zhizn' tak i bila iz neyo struyoi fontannoi
No Pluto eto bylo ne po serdtsu, stranno
Kak mozhno bylo Stellu ne lubit',
Ved' mnogie hoteli na rukah eyo nosit'.
V konechnom schote
Etot nelubitel' Stelly
Eyo v tainstvennye podzemel'a zamanil.
Net bol'she s vami Mahallinskoi Sinderelly,
U Pluto v zaperti ona sidit.
Tak vot, Biana
Ty v opasnosti ser'oznoi,
Teba on tozhe hochet utazhit'.
Ne nravitsa emu tvoi site iz prozy,
Deistvitelno, tam ne... lovit'.
I v zakluchen'e,
Ty evo dolzhna osteregatsa,
Ne poddavaisa shtuchkam plutovskim.
Ne vzdumai za gotovku bratsa
Po tem retseptam, shto on vyslal v TIP (TashInfoPages)
Nu i poslednee zapomni,
Na prevrashen'a on gorazd,
Menyaet formy ochen bystro.
V poleno s nosom prevratitsa
K primeru mozhet prosto vraz.
Nu, vrode kak
predupredil,
Mogu idti k svoim ya detkam
Allah s toboi, Biana Brukman
Dobrozhelatel' Nekto.
Att: D.Nekto -
Conscience
Posted by Biana's Playmate on August 21, 1997
Zachem skazhi,
O, milyj drug,
Ty probudil vo mne ispug?
Glaz ne somknut' teper'
mne noch'yu
(A spat' lyubila, mezhdu prochim),
Chtoby sluchajno vek ne
smezhit'
i ozhidan'em sebya teshit',
Napolnyu ya zavarkoj vannu,
Zhen'shen' nachnu gryzt' neprestanno,
Vooruzhus' shumovkoj
i pertsem,
i verevkoj,
Podmyshki sunu po ezhu,
Pod popku shilo podlozhu,
Nab'yu za scheki knopki
i pal'tsami nelovkimi
Nachnu ya ih schipat',
Chtob Pluto ne prospat',
i budu zhdat', kogda
zhe on
Yavitsya, mnoyu op'yanen.
Vozniknet lish' v
proeme dverets,
Na nos emu nasyplyu perets,
Oputayu verevkoj,
Zaedu v lob shumovkoj -
Pust' tol'ko on
poprobuet
Ne vzyat' menya Plutovkoj!
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