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PeacekeepersOnce again, a mortal threat over the world,
Yugoslavia is all on fire
again, Bombs and missiles are exploding in the Balkans again
Is this a signal for a world war?
The hawks from across the ocean are calling themselves, They
want to rake in the heat with someone else's hands,
The Balkans have been declared a vital zone,
They want to rule Europe from across the ocean.
All world wars began from the Balkans.
And again a fire was kindled there.
Overseas warriors who have gone too far
have brought Napalm and tears to the peoples of Europe.
And over America itself bombs did not explode
And the earth did not burn under their feet.
Skyscrapers did not fall on their shoulders
And their villages and cities did not burn.
Slavic Serbs living in the Balkans
You were the first to take the blow,
American soldiers, together with NATO,
kindled a fire in your native land.
Fat American tycoons Plant
their own order in the world as they want.
Those who do not like them are immediately removed,
and those who do not obey are crushed and bombed with a blockade.
They did not like Naryago in Panama.
They landed a landing party and took him prisoner, They took him to
America and there he was tried
for the fact that he dared to raise a voice against them.
In Chile, Allenda did not succumb to their dictate.
They found a puppet and carried out a bloody coup,
Thousands of Chileans were shot
And announced that the people themselves wanted to do it.
And Cupid Gaddafi was considered a terrorist
We decided to bomb his palace
On Tripoli at night they swooped down
With such treachery you, Gaddafi, decided to take revenge.
They hated Iran,
For the fact that the Pahlavi was driven out of the country, the
Americans were asked to go home
For the fact that they had imposed their own orders there.
Saddam Hussein, disobeying in Iraq,
And did not begin to dance to their tune.
Immediately they pressed him with the blockade , They
began to destroy everything with rockets and bombs.
And Cuba, like a thorn in the eyes, always stood
And did not let them sleep peacefully.
Fidel Castro dreamed of him day and night, they
wanted to remove him at any cost.
And what the peacekeepers are doing today,
Throwing napalm and bombs on cities,
Soldiers have not yet been sent by land,
gentlemen are afraid to repeat the second Vietnam.
They have not yet sent their soldiers,
And with the help of NATO countries they decided to fight,
What they are doing today in the Balkans,
Time will pass and everything will have to be answered.
The Yankees plant their own orders on the planet,
They dream of managing the whole world,
But many peoples will not kneel,
They will defend their independence and sovereignty.
Well, the rhyme is really not very good, for the most part you have a three-syllable size, but a two-syllable one is the same, I don’t understand either a daktel or amphibrachian ?! define and write what you have? I wonder what size you wanted ?!
well, to be honest, amphibrach was planned, although I admit it did not work out everywhere, a familiar journalist also said so)))
I write the same little, and I admit honestly, the same thing does not work out for me, then the conclusion is: why plan in advance if it still does not work out a little!
I am looking for the works of Alexander Venzikovsky (a series of books - Absolute). If anyone has it, discard the link.
Bullshit.
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"The dragon was small, no bigger than a cat. He slowly climbed out of the cave and settled on a flat stone.
" W-well? The
knight did not immediately understand that it was a dragon speaking. In a thin voice - but not a child's, but like a hunchback at a fair. .
- repeat what are you screaming and I'm not all hear - little monster threw back his head, and the beat of the words from the mouth of a little protruded a forked tongue..
Knight uncertainly repeated:
- access to a fair fight, for, evil and insidious monster.
“And then?â€
“Thief of maidens. Destroyer of pastures. Curse of a peaceful land.
†“Excellent!†The dragon admired. “Well, come on!â€
“What to give?†The knight did not understand.
- Fight! - the dragon jumped up and exhaled a golden ribbon of flame.
- And there is no other dragon here? - the knight tried to look into the darkness of the lair.
- No. Just me. Well, let's fight. By all the rules, - the dragon drew up and spoke in the same undignified squeaky voice: - Heed, oh, miserable mortal, the speeches of the heir of the ancient race. From now on, I rule here, and everything around is mine. And it will be mine forever. If you do not want to recognize my sacred right to this land, fight me, and be defeated and disgraced.
- Are you serious? - the knight still could not believe that this is the local dragon.
- So, I'm tired ... I'm tired of the conversation! And I will have the honor to attack you as soon as you tell me by what name or nickname you are known, so that your death is not in vain.
- I'm sorry, what?
- Give your name, club. You will enter the legends. Like a thirty-seventh knight defeated by me. You can sit on a horse. Uh, wait, what is your name?
- Jojo.
“Not that one,†said the monster happily. He waited for the bewildered enemy to perch in the saddle. And took off.
This was the first time Jojo had participated in such a stupid duel. The dragon was literally everywhere. He curled around. He breathed out a flame - small but burning. He swooped in, puffed with fire and deftly carried away.
There was not the slightest possibility of reaching him with a spear. I couldn't even brush it off. The faithful horse barely obeyed the reins - danced, snored, shook his head. The knight released his useless spear and drew his sword. It didn't get any better: he was already tired, and the dragon gave him a hard time. Literally finished, through the cracks in the armor. Sweat flooded my eyes, the burns hurt, my head was spinning.
The dragon stopped attacking. It hung in the air, wings fluttering rapidly. Jojo swung his sword. Didn't get it. The dragon did not budge.
- Give up.
- W-what?
- Surrender, sir knight. Admit yourself defeated.
- Never! - the knight stood up in the stirrups, hoping to catch the dragon by surprise. That light pirouette avoided the attack and flew higher, so that the knight lost sight of him. The helmet interfered with the look - and without the helmet, the hair would have burned long ago.
The horse saw the danger before the rider. The noble animal also did not like the fact that they were bursting with flame. The horse pulled to the side, stumbled, and the rider could not resist in the saddle. He realized that he was flying, and with a crash fell on the stones.
The knight opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a dragon sitting on a stone right next to his face. The first thing he heard was the voice of a dragon.
- Alive. That is great. Do you admit that you are defeated in fair fight, Sir Knight Jojo?
- I don’t admit it. The fight is not fair.
- Shall we continue to fight?
The knight sat down. He took off his helmet and gauntlets. I felt the lump on my head. Hissing with pain, he began to unfasten the straps of the cuirass.
- Shall we fight?
- We will not.
- Then give up.
- I haven't seen my horse, have you? Okay, okay, I give up - as the dragon exhaled fire again, nearly singing the knight's hair.
- By all the rules, surrender.
“I admit I am defeated and I submit myself to the mercy of the victor, sir dragon, I don’t know your name.
- You will manage, he still has a name ... Give me an indemnity.
- What about?
- Material and other values. Ransom. For keeping you alive. I'll eat it.
The dragon was not joking. He took off and hovered, wings fluttering, a couple of steps from the knight.
The knight sighed.
- I won't give up the horse. At least eat me. Without a horse, nowhere.
- I need him ... Yes, you catch him first. By the way, catch it. You probably have something useful in your bags.
- Nope, - the knight was blond and young, now he seemed quite a boy. His face was red. - Shirt, raincoat, not much bread. Well, a little more copper.
- No gold? - the dragon squinted in disappointment.
- Sorry.
- What can I do with you? Bread - come here.
- What for? Jojo was surprised. “Do you, sir dragon, eat stale bread?
- And cheese too. Don’t lie, sir knight, you have cheese too. Catch your horse.
- And if I catch the knight and move from here?
The dragon was taken aback:
- You gave me up, miracle. It will not be according to the rules. Their knights will not understand you.
- Will they find out?
- By all means, - the dragon answered importantly, - you are not only not the first here. You're not the last one yet. Again, how do you know - suddenly I fly faster than your nag jumps.
Jojo nodded.
He let the horse graze, and he himself shared the food with the dragon and chewed dry food. The dragon filled its belly. He looked sadly at the knight. Retired to a cave. Backing away, he pulled out a gurgling wineskin, much larger than himself.
- Help yourself, defeated sir. Reparations.
- Also from the knights?
- From the local peasantry. Weren't you told that an evil monster has imposed exorbitant taxes on them?
- They did. Only...
- Only the peasant also needs to live somehow. I am still small, I won't eat much. Although I'm not complaining about my appetite. And the baron can always be told that there is nothing to pay rent, the dragon has devoured everything. What is the demand from the dragon?
- We know which one. There is a hero who will win.
“Not found yet,†the dragon yawned. “The Baron hired you, too?â€
- Yeah. Only no one said ... - the knight hesitated.
“That I’m little,†the dragon helped him. - And it is right. You also tell everyone that I am as tall as two horses and as long as four. And all in scales, and I breathe fire.
- What is it?
- No, well, you can tell the ALL the truth. That an elbow-long dragon defeated you. He took reparations. He treated me to beer.
The blond man pondered.
- You're smart!
“We’re not complaining,†the dragon replied modestly.
They were silent. And they were silent again.
- Well, be healthy, sir knight, - the dragon finally said, - you have to go.
- Exactly?
- More precisely does not happen. I hope that the concept of honor is not an empty phrase for you, and you will not use the truce to stab me in the back.
The knight choked on beer. He wiped his lips and stood up:
- I won't use it. But there may be some bastard. Will try.
“Let him try,†the dragon responded. - Do you think anything will work out?
The knight brought the wineskin, which had lightened considerably, to the cave. Trampled. Sighed:
- Be healthy, sir dragon ...
Author: Red 2 the Ranger "