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Five brilliant artifacts of a mysterious programmer. I was lucky
Daniel Gimaev
This book could become a bestseller on bookshelves. But for all my exhortations, and the desires of Allah to help and guide, there is a slip of the antipode, the Bald Devil, and therefore she cannot in any way acquire a bestseller circulation. Well, as Stephen King wrote, “life is short, but pain lasts a long time and we all live to help each other.”
Five brilliant artifacts of a mysterious programmer
I was lucky
Daniel Gimaev
© Daniel Gimaev, 2023
ISBN 978-5-0055-9150-0
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
I remember your kind look
Pigeons
Flocks of pigeons in the blue sky,
We could fly to the south,
To coo over the black sea,
And watch the sunset from the shore,
They could, but they don’t like it any better,
Than a breath of native air,
And a piece of dry bread,
They are free, peaceful, here,
Flocks fly under the clouds,
There’s no smarter bird to turn,
What about magnetic radars,
Find routes above the house,
They are equipped with wings,
Lighter than chicken feather beds, in this,
The vestments of the demigods,
So ordinary and yet not,
Ordinary looking ones only,
We’ll be friends forever,
Feed them out of hand en masse.
You must be scarier than Hell
You must be scarier than Hell,
Once I call you proudly Varyag,
You moored with the stern,
I remember your kind look.
You must be scarier than Hell,
Once I was so angry in the war,
The storm of the seas has gone into eternity,
In the middle of the sky stood for the first time.
You must be scarier than Hell,
If time doesn’t count,
To the losses of soldiers that starley,
The era of destroyers calls.
Under oath
Were you under oath,
Familiar to you,
The burden of duty, honor and glory,
I want to know what you
’re like, you were wounded without passing,
You went firmly to the enemy,
Or you were before the grave,
Ready to stand the world cursing,
To justify Zavara.
Wolf
Wolf, you’re cool in captivity,
And tear with oblivion our famously,
But we are brothers by blood,
Together we shed and together we are,
For likhom you to the bear, on better,
Come, he sleeps soundly in the den,
But don’t wake up a sleeping bear,
After all, together with the dashing you will know the roar,
And the bear has it, oh, oh what,
Sit still, he might say,
Or will he wake up fraternally, so peacefully,
And you will embrace, shake the forest,
After all, he is the only owner and besides,
He knows the forest, he has lived a long time,
Teach the gray shaggy wisely,
And you will not be gray, but a kid.
The most important thing is not to waste everything on the wind
There were many brave cowboys,
Where they are now, here, believe me,
Do you read the Koran, do you honor Krishna,
do you observe the Bible or the Torah?
You’re a Buddhist, you go to all the temples,
Anyway, I’ll be right, of course,
There are the living, there are the dead, Prado,
There are a lot of other brands,
Don’t forget the live ones,
We still have buckshot in our guns.
The most important thing is not to waste everything,
Put everything on the cherished right goal,
Wait for luck, it will be hard, but you are alive,
And alive, you’re better than dead, light it up.
There is no place for the living, in the kingdom of the saints,
They are icons, and not in the gut,
You can hit them if you can see their eyes,
Don’t blink, feel twice,
Be sure of your own example,
You find your way while you’re here,
While you’re awake, you go ahead,
But you’ll be set in stone if it comes,
Success and money, fame fuse,
Hit the target and take it, you are not lost.
You’re not guarding the chief
You’re not protecting the boss,
The apple of your eye,
God you guard the camp,
So there will be nothing.
You’re not protecting the boss,
