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Do you remember how angry dog ​​brodchie
attacked our tent in the Arctic,
You then threw them into a burning torch,
And then a week in a tent smelled of burning.
Or how sank in the middle of Lake Baikal,
And there was no hope of salvation,
And you cried, that water is not enough;
And read aloud Sergei Yesenin.
Or if, on the road Novosibirsk Kemerovo,
When minus forty, and no one a ride,
We cut down a huge old trees,
And the fire survived those terrible day.
And as on the shores of the Sea of ​​Okhotsk
We walked to the brown bear.
All that is possible, we have tried in this life,
But do not try to die.
Etc. Where are you now, my friend, is a good evil.
How are using his incredible strength?
Maybe we were not with you Jack London,
But Mark Twain, in any, were.
On the moon you need to walk in the shoes of lead
But if they do not, and will go daddy's boots
I was a Martian with pictures of the cover
And you were an astronaut and a scientist from the ground
If not for your laser, I would long ago have eaten
These terrible creatures and bloodthirsty Moon
Although they sense - I skinny and pale
Yes, and edible, in fact, hardly
Just to have enough power reactor
Fly on the cards on the bottoms of cans
Prior to the first inhabited planet fairway
Well, or not yet home mom will drive
We met in the internet, in the late nineties
At the forum, about the creation of the Strugatsky brothers
Maybe you lost my mail just
But most likely, we had nothing to talk
OL Where are you, my friend, with whom I laughed until hiccups
What happened to you - I do not care at all
Maybe we do not become space pilots
But even with the imagination we all excellent