On The Wings of Hope : Prose

Anyway, we now present next portion of ancient Sanskrit records of the Tibetan origin and Earth dislocation, translated from Chinese to Russian (still cannot translate it backwards, though) to your keen interest.

In the given fragment the speech is, apparently, goes about modern, last or future views of these very Dalaj-Llamas on some of the nations, living on our sinful, we’ll not conceal it, (especially when it’s so easy to confess, - a note of the proofreader) Earth.

And we present these views to your valuable (how much in euro, at the very least – a note of the proofreader) attention.

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Who’ll understand the Russian soul, if there he’ll pour vodka’s bowl ?

Imperials, liars, bastards and all … Americans now are awaiting theirs fall.

You’ll tire waiting for some trick … of Poland, now, my friends, we speak.

For pennies sprats from them one gets … for these are Baits, they are the Letts !

And the Six Column there lives, they were imperials and thieves, but now they speak the dachshund tongues; oh yeah, they are Anglo-Saxons.

Graceful as cupboard, severe like colt – it’s, brothers, German, not Arnold !

They have glamorous pederasts, theirs maidens don’t provoke disgust; country of creams and of perfumes … they are the Frenchman, dear loons !

Theirs bodies black, and begging stance … but souls are white of Africans !

The Jewish essence always hits – they will undress, but show no tits.

The spirit of Thereodors still giving them some bully force - and they play football like the bulls … these are the Spaniards, old fellows !

Their sense of humor really suxx … stop laughing, mortal, they are Czechs !

Severe in past, they were in strolls … assimilated now Mongols !

The country of the tiny sun … it’s the island – the Japan !

Republic Korea still bleating with North, we hope to the war it won’t ever goes.

He is yellow-faced, narrow-eyed, with lots of goods he’ll you provide, among the youth he’s like wise man … and every fifth Chinese then !

In ancient times ate shit of cows, and still spiritually grows, and living life with deprivations, the Hindu’s now spiritual nation !

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Note : as you might have already guessed, given list is incomplete once again, simply because cognac has rightfully appeared to be much more intriguing than vodka on some of the set of post-consuming symptoms. If we happen to find even a more effective mean, we will sure inform you of that discovery.

Expect more sensations in following releases of our newspaper !

Yours faithfully, - a comment of the editor-in-chief.

05.10.2010

Plant louse

The Plant Louse gradually and unstoppably crept downhill a mountain.

The wind was blowing into her face, howling and as if begging to stop, the sun was mercilessly scorching her back, which has already become covered in scabs, here and there all of a sudden some holes-hollows of unknown origin were popping up. But she confidently continued her journey downwards – for there on the lowland, as it seemed, a paradise of eternal and lazy pleasure has been awaiting her. Her impetuous mind drove and pushed her forward – there, to the undiscovered downhill distances – and, methodically moving her legs, she obeyed her master and lord remorselessly.