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Zerkalo
Posted by Peppi on September 13, 1997.

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Zerkalo? Deception!
Posted by Domoxozyaika on September 14, 1997

Podsunuli mne v magazine
Sovsem ne to, chto na vitrine -
Ved' tam krasavitsej byla!
A chto zh domoj ya prinesla?!

Tut - glaz krivoj, da nos morkovkoj,
Svisaet uho, sheya tonko
Struitsya mezh grudej k pupku,
Chto prikrepilsya k pozvonku ...

Krugom obman! Nam prodayut
Sovsem ne to, chto predlagayut,
i v dushu bednuyu plyuyut!

Oh, popadis' mne na doroge
Tot prodavets - emu by nogi
Perelomala by !
i vmig
iz nih podzharila b shashlyk !



Re: Zerkalo? Deception!
The Investigation

Posted by Physicist on September 14, 1997

Predstavlennyj kusok materiala,
Prednaznachaemyj dlya otrazhen'ya bytiya
I sostoyaschij iz stekla s metallom,
Podvergnul pristal'nomu ispytan'yu ya:

Itak,
Ob'ekt, vnesennyj v Cyber Makhallyu,
Nas fokusiruet v fizicheskuyu tochku
Neadekvatno nashej suti s obolochkoj
I svodit ih prakticheski k nulyu.

Prodelav opyt nebol'shoj,
My konstatiruem, chto vidim pred soboj
Ne zerkalo.
A chto?
Otvet prostoj -
Predmet s nenadlezhaschej kriviznoj.



Re: Zerkalo
Posted by TOR on September 16, 1997

Zerkala ploskost', granitsa,
I za nee ne projti.
Chto zh, ne takoe byvalo,
Mozhno ee obojti.

No obhodit' bespolezno -
Tam uzhe net nichego.
Kak zhe v nee pogruzit'sya,
Kak zhe proniknut' v nee?

Net chasovyh, net zastavy
I boevyh net poter',
Mozhno godami smotret'sya,
Gde zhe volshebnaya dver'.

I dlya chego v kazhdom dome
Mnozhestvo raznyh zerkal?
Kto-to ostavil nam dveri,
No kak vojti ne skazal.

Zerkala ploskost', granitsa
I za nee ne projti,
No ne hochu ya smirit'sya
I ne mogu otojti.

Vse kak u nas, tak pohozhe
Svetitsya nervno ekran
I mne ne hochetsya verit',
Chto eto samoobman.

Tochka na grani steklyannoj,
Slovno pechal'nyj signal,
A mne po dushe zapyataya.
Ya b zapyatuyu poslal.



Re: Zerkalo:
Posted by Sir+Peppi-II on September 16, 1997

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II

Domoxozaika v Zazerkal'e. Part One
Posted by Sir on September 21, 1997

Domoxozaika sidela na beregy Potomaka i ey ige nachalo
nadoedat' nii-cha-vo ne delat'. Pary raz ona zaglianyla
cherez plecho Kanzaskogo Gostia, kotoriy chtital
knigy "Moia Amerika" vsemi-yvagaemogo pisatelia
B.Ivalova, no tam ne bilo
ni kartinok, ni dialogov. Chto za tolk ot takix knigek,
podymala Domoxozaika,
i pochti nachala zasipat', kak ee razbydil zaichik ot kakogo-to
stekliannogo predmeta v trave. Opiat' eti dobrie russkie razbili
bytilky, podymal Domoxozaika, no yvelichiv font, yvidela zerkalo
s nadpisiy "xosh keliabsis", nige bolee melkim fontom:
"a ne xosh, ne keliabsis", i eshe nige: "this offer can not be
combined with any cupon and other promotional offers".
Intyitivno chyvstvyia ocherednoy kapitalisticheskiy podvox,
Domoxozaika, tem ne menee, smelo podtianyla shtanishki,
i nirnyla vperiod. Posledenee, chto ona yvidela kraem glaza
po predidychyiy storony zerkala, bila strannaia processia: vperedi exal
Buick ("Le Sabre" LTD 1989,V6, auto, negotiable),
v nem sidel ogromniy tarakan dyuyshiy
Coca-coly, sverxy letel vsemi-yvagaemiy Dodo, a eche vishe
letychiy otriad teti Mani iz Odessi gnal stauy american
paratroopers na Gory na ejegodniy s'ezd nechistoy sili.
No eto bilo yge pozadi. Domoxozaika yge letela vniz v
kakyuyto diry, vniz,vniz, vniz ... Interesno, a who I am now?
podymala ona. Po anglicki govory?-govory!, coca-coly p'y?
-p'y! Vse poniatno, I am Merry Ann. Jal', a ved' takoy
xorochey vostochnoy genshinoy bila, vah, vax, vax...
S ydivleniem Domoxozaika obnarygila, cto letit ne odna,
a v okrygenii statyi Lenina, Visokogornogo Chainika
so Svistkom, i Moskovskaoy Blondinki (ili
Blondinistoy Moskvichki, po zazerkal'nomy) broshennoy
vsemi-yvagaemim B.Ivalim. Blondinka sprosila Lenina:
otkyda letish? s Chimgana-Kyda?-da ne znay, lish bi
chelovek xoroshiy popalsia,- eto so statysom chto-li?
-ne ygomanivaetsia Blondinka-Dyra-skazal Lenin i immigriroval
v Pol'shy. Chainik zasynyl dva pal'tsa v nos, svistnyl i
yshel na snegniy pereval.
Eshe obdymivaia yvidennoe, Domoxozaika prizemlilas' na dno kolodcha.
Slava Allaxy, ona ypala na cheito givot, bolee togo, oblogenniy voroxom
gazet. Givot bil magkim i gramko yrchal. Domoxozaika znala ety
porody givotov: on seichas bil golodnim i mog ryganyt'.
Sdelav legkiy reverans i izvinivshis', ona poshla po slegka
osveshennomy korridory. Po storonam naxodilis' dveri, monogo
dverey: Chitat' nadpisi bilo interesnim zaniatiem, naprimer.
"Stellochka, sekretarsha" i nige "Ny pochemy ko mne opiat'
nekto ne zaxodit?". Domoxozaika tolknyla dver', no dver' bila zaperta.
Strannie lydi-podymala Domoxozaika-priglashayt i ne otkrivayt dveri.
Dal'she bila okritaia dver' "American dream", gda staika razmennix
zamorskix ptichek chebetala pro prelesti svoix kletok. Za stolom
vossedal Kanzasskiy Gost', i s isklychitel'noy vezlivost'y el kysok
piroga, kotoriy prionadlegal vsemi-yvagaemogy Dodo.
Sam vsemi-yvagaemiy Dodo sidel v sosednem kabinete s nadpis'u
"Dyshelub i Ludoved Dodo", i nige: "Ludiam moskovskoy
blondinistoy natchionalnosty prosba ne vxodit'"
Za sledyuyshey dver'y, v computernom zale, nekto Oleg
treboval dopolnitel'nogo mashinnogo vremeni dlia reshenia
megnatchionalnogo voprosa. Tyt vklychili svet, i oni na
pereboy stali ob'asniat' Olegy, cto eta zadacha ne imeet
reshenia. Vot imenno-sreagiroval Oleg-glypo reshat'
problemmi, y kotorix yge est' reshenie.
Neogidanno v korridore poiavilos' mnogo narody:
Boboi s dlinnim nogom gnalsia za svoim dybelem.
Samozvanetch Babai krichal "who care?" i spriatalsia za
Bababuy. No tyt vnimanie Domoxozaiki privlek sbegavshiy s
poligona Raptor. Gdeto opiat' napivshic', Raptor gromko
rassygdal: "I yge tak napilsia, chto mogno idti k Biane, ili
nemnogo protrezvet' at CU?".
->
V sledyuyshem nomere:
Tweedledee and Tweedledum nashli intelligentnix vragov v dryg dryge.......
Oleg stanovitsia mrachnim vsadnikom v
malinovom plache i grazit pokinyt' zazekal'e....
B.Uratino suet nos v zerkalo .....
i mnogoe drygoe.



Hank: Sir! poshadi nas batiushka !
Nu chto mi tebe takogo sdelali ?
Kol' obidu zatail na vseh to priamikom i viskazivai.
Izbav' nas sudar' ot breda shizofrenicheskogo
Ja davecha, iz otpusku vernulsia, v horoshem raspolozhenii duha,
dumaju dai poveselius', CU/Cyber Mahalliu pochitaju...
No ti uzh sovsem menia rasstroil.
A chto tebe dohtora skazali ? Entot sluchai s toboi izlechivajetsia ?
A bivajut rezedivi (poetomu obeshal prodolzhenije rasskaza ?)
V obshem, milok, rasslabsia, primi Excedrin, ne pei "portiazhku" (portvein) na noch'.
Vse proidet, stanesh' opiat' normal'nim - svatat' budem k 3yxpe Milosskoi, kol' poluchitsia,
svad'bu v Mahalle sigrajem, tamodoi budet ne Kanzasskii, a Kavkazskii Gost' (Ida, ti soglasna so mnoi ? Rasskazhesh' pro bol'shuju
liubov' kak gora Mtatzvinda v Tbilisi na kotoroi stoit Tamara).
Vi sudar' mne vozrazite, chto u Milosskoi net ruk,
no to ved' u Veneri, a u 3yxpi vse vezde vporiadke (mnogije proveriali, mogut podtverdit')
Zhdem vas s neterpenijem nazad v riadi umstvenno zdorovih mahallintzev.
Klaniajus' nizko,

Iskrenne Vash,
Hank Petrovich


Domoxozaika: Kuda otsylat' podpisnoj coupon???!!!
Decabrist:
MR. Sir
Reflections
Alchohol Treatment & Rehabillitation Center.
Rt.66, Drek Township, Brown County
Cyber State (of mind)
Zip: 3 (na troih)

PS: Please, be aware of no momey back plicy.
(Babki srazu propivajutsia)

Alternate address when Sir is not available (v zapoje):

Chernosotennaja Derevnia,
Mudachevskaja Oblast', Dal'nezabroshennii Kraj,
Antisemitskaja Pederatzija

PETRUXE
(do Vostrebovanija)

S zhalobami na visheukazannih gospod, obrashat'sia:
Hank Petrovich
Cyber Kibbutz "Chernije Shapochki"
e-mail: kiss-in-mine-tuhes@mertvoje_more.com

Yours.
Dec.

Domoxozyaika: Bednyazhka, navernoe u nego vse
uxodit na lechenie... Eto tem bolee utverzhdaet menya
v prinyatom reshenii. Pisatelej nado podderzhivat' !
Vysylayu nemedlenno !



Petrovich v Zazerkal'e. Part Two
Posted by Sir on September 22, 1997

Nad Ershalaimom bilo chistoe nebo, no vsemi-yvagaemiy
zav-sektorom bil rasstroen. On tol'ko chto vernylsia
iz otpyska iz Rima i xotel rasslabitsia, no vecher bil
isporchen. Vo pervix, y nego bolela
golova. Ona y nego bolela vsegda, kogna k Ershalaimy
shla groza.
-
I tyt eshe eta shizofrenovaia stateika
v institystskoy stengazete. A chto on hotel? Pol-instityta
smotalos' v Ameriky, kto kak refugee, kto
po razmeny poshel. Iz Rima prishla ystanovka na
svobody slova. On dage nedavno sam vistypal po etomy povody,
mol, mi tyt toge mogem rygat' vsex i vsia.
No takogo on ne sintyichil.
-
Viydia v korridor, on yvidel bulletin-board s kychey
ob'iavleniy tipa "Kto pomnit Natal'y Borisovny,
biologichky iz Shkoli #5 na C-4? Vasia Magadan".
Sverxy ot ryki bilo pripisanno "Ne zabydy mat'
rodnyuy!", i dal'she "Vas', a pomnish, mi s toboy
celovalis'? Petia Leviy". V drygoy stat'e
pozdravlialy Xozeivicha Xynty za prekrasno sigrannyuy
rol' taxidermista v zamorskom filme "Molchanie Teliat".
-
A vot i eta zlochastnaia statia Sira. Laboranti, dubli,
gosti stolitchi, vedmochki, vse
gdali verdicta vsemi-yvagaemogo zav-sektora Poly-
Ektovicha-Poly-Petrovicha. "Znact'-tak, stat'ia
deistvitel'nosti ne reflexiryet. Zerkalo, znact'-tak,
znash-ponimash, okazalos' mytnim.
avtora zanikat' v sanatoriy, pyst' relaxnet.
Ne otognetsia, bydem genit'." Prisutstvuyshie devochki
zaxixikali "A on xolostoy-li?". "Tak, gerli, davay shystro,
togo, kak tam po-sovremennomy-to, srignyli na svoy half,
k Biane. A tyt vostok, (pravilno sverly, Petryxa?)
chto Petrovitch zabankyet, to i oblomitsia po stae!
Vse vnyxali?".
-
Sam Sir stoial riadom, byrcha ctoto v svoe opravdanie.
"Tak ved' sami govorili, davaite obsygdat' maxallintchev,
davay menia, davay menia... I ved' pisal stat'yu
po kanonam velikix vostochnix pisatelei,
brat'ev Lluissa i Kaarrolla".
-
Tyt prozvichal golos Petryxi "A cto, na normal'nom
iazike yge ne pishetsia?". Emy vozrazili: "Tak ved'
kirillitchy zapretili, kak nasledie
pregney nechistoy sili, a starie ieroglifi yge
nikto ne pomnit. Vot i prishlos' srochno vse porevodit'
na latinskie bykvi". "Marazm" prochedil Oleg,
chem visval smeshannuyu reaciy pybliki.
-
Zatem vse podalis' v conference-zal na
prezentatchiy doklada "Vlianie vremennix i
enviromentalnix factorov na pH, vaskost' i
svertivaemost' moloka v koroviem vimeni".
Osvedomlennie istochniki shopotom soobshali
sobravshimsia, cto po-pervoy xoteli stavit'
experimenti na zenskom tele, no potom komissia pod
rykovodstvom nedavno protrezvevshego kitaiskogo
poeta "Ymelie Ryki" reshila, cto eto bydet
neprilichno, i moget vizvat' skandal s
feministkami, cto ochen' ne lybit vsemi-yvagaemiy cheff.
-
V zale sil'no zavonialo. Povernyv interfeici s
morgalkami, sxodka
yvidela, kak Dicobraz s UnixBazaDannix maxalis'.
Maxalovki v maxalle slychalis', no takoy voni eshe
ne stoialo. Instinktivno samosoxraniaias',
Baza raspalas' na dve relativistkie SubBazi,
i vilila na Dicobraza starie ribnie pomoi,
ostavshiesia posle pechalno konchivshogo
Vibegailovskogo gelydochno-neydovletvorennogo
cheloveka. V sviy ochered, Dicobraz poimal
proletayushego ydoda,i ......

(Zdes' rukopis' neozhidanno obryvaetsya, a Sir na dolgoe
vremya ischezaet iz polya zrenia Makhali. - P.A.)



Ndaaa! I begin to question my own sanity.
Hank Petrovich

Look body, you know what's gonna happened if you'll keep
posting this kind of "Bred alkogolika" ?
Future looks clear, all this stuff will be archived
again. Simple is that.
S kommunisticheskom privetom Bababuy

Dear Sir,
u Vas ochen' bogatoe voobrajenie! Nichego podobnogo, svalennogo
v odnu kuchu, mne ni pazu v moei proshloi jizni na Kavkaze
(not Kanzas) ne dovodilos' chitat'. Mojet bit', eto u Vas ot
goloda? Mogu vejlivo podelit'sia kuskom piroga.
S uvajeniem i sochuvstviem,
Kavkazskii Gost'.

Ya ves'ma pol'shen,dazhe prochel do kontsa etot latinskij nabor.
Sir, vam sshili uzhe chernuju shapochku ?
Petryxa






III

Mysli o Cyber Makhalie
Posted by Oleg on August 15, 1997

V shirokom okeane Internet
Techeniya est',zavodi i meli.
Bolota tozhe est',no Kiber Mahalya
Bolotistee mnogih - v samom dele!
Ved' Mahalya i vpravdu mahalya-
derevnya to est' staraya,gluhaya.
"Ty dolzhen byt' kak my!",
"Ty dolzhen byt' kak ya!"
Zdes' kuchka "nashih" vseh "nenashih" pouchaet.
"Nenashim" byt' - zdes' samyj strashnyj greh.
Nevoshischat'sya myslyam umnym Pluto?!
Strashnee tol'ko ne "po-russki" napisat'-
PO-RUSSKI zdes' ne pishut pochemu-to...
Derzhites' krepche,Kiber Mahalya-
Duvalami otgorodyas' ot mira ostal'nogo
Immam Boboi provozglasit sebya
Prorokom Raptor'a svyatogo



Re:
Posted by 3yxpa Milosskaya on August 15, 1997

Da-a, esli sudit' po povadkam tvoim,
Dumau - skoro tu stanesh' svoim ...



Raptor - damaged by disease or given birth such?
Posted by Oleg on September 03, 1997

Let's debate!

(etc. Other Oleg's questionable sentences are not quoted here. - P.A.)



to Oleg
Posted by 3yxpa on September 04, 1997

Poshar' v shtanah svoih - tam netu li problem -
Muzhchinoi ty ne vyglyadish' sovsem.



Za Olega
Posted by D.Nekto on September 04, 1997

Tak, tak.
Posmotrim. Shto ya tam nashol?:
Kluchi ot Mersa, baksy, pachku sigaret.
Zuhra, poslushai,
Ya ne ponyal tvoi prikol.
Ty kruche muzhika ne syshesh vo sto let.



Nanoscope wanted
Posted by 3yxpa on September 04, 1997

Kurit' - ya ne kuryu, i pachki sigaret
Mne budet mnogo dazhe na sto let,

Hot' den'gi nam dayut svobodu,
Ne delayut poroi oni pogodu,

Chem pyl' kolesami mesit' -
Dvumya po svetu luchshe kolesit',

Itak, my atributy ischerpali,
I chto ostalos' - mozhet vidish' ?
Ya - edva li.



Desinsection needed
posted by Oleg September 08, 1997

Chto nogi kolesom tvoi 3yxpa....
........

(the other part of answer was cut off by Webmaster for ethical reasons - P.A.)




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