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I went fishing
On Seregina to the country,
On July podleschika most biting .
Manco fish got into the habit ,
Stranded cages priladil ,
And slept under the expected catch.

   A fish now become ushloy ,
   Greedy , clever , naughty ,
   Hooks it can ever podsechёsh ,
   But to my porridge yadrena
   On wholemeal our glue
   So stick that chisel not sobёsh .

      A small river runs into the distance , softly splashing
      I sturgeon stopudovo dreaming .

Warmed , was hot ,
I woke up , hit or miss ,
In boot sleepy bee buzzed .
Float went under the water,
Line in the direction of occasion -
Know the bait , as always did not disappoint .

   I as I could, going with the force
   And let's pull udilo ,
   From surging premonitions not himself .
   Suddenly it became erect udilo
   And the big fish surfaced
   Somehow, with a human head.

I stood trembling at the knees,
And she said : & quot; Hello , Senya ,
Did not hear about mermaids ?
I have now - your prey ,
Well, at least for decency
You would not have twitched at the line a smart aleck !

   Well I'm sad love child -
   Mother roach, father Chapaev
   And though all life has sailed in the river,
   Dream about you , Senya ,
   Until the very last moment
   Sunset in my mermaid longing ... & quot;

      A small river runs into the distance , softly splashing
      I Chapaevo are haunted .

& quot; You , I know , divorced ,
Female affection bypassed ,
So why are you especially have to lose?
We will swim together crawl
Along the Water Razdolye
And in a fit of passion in whirlpools dive.

   No taxes or wages,
   Neither relatives nor deputies
   And fishing, never dreamed that anyone ...
   Well, I , of course, also
   Though at times , but comely ,
   Under the tail , believe me, everything is also on the mind ! & Quot;

      A small river runs into the distance , softly splashing
      I really did hell dreaming .

Here bee dug me in the leg ,
I woke up , thank God,
Hvatanul glass , then another, another.
Neither bridle nor mermaid -
I'm just a miserable hangover
And with a swollen , itchy foot.

   Was it or not was
   Who stole my udilo -
   The point is not , and for the edification of children to have :
   On hunting and fishing ,
   So as not to chudilis mermaid
   Never drink vodka in the heat !