Национальная идея

Chopped down Ivan Tsarevich snake princess awakened from sleep,

and the national idea in the meantime remains unclear.

Burned in a furnace rags toad skin, having stolen them, while his wife slept.

The campaign worked, but still has not made a special clarity.

But the problems were added to the same - the effect was not the one that was waiting for:

the situation has become worse in the house and there was a classic scandal.

Ivan kicked a hole in the fence and went to great deeds with the sword.

Cut all the oaks There stands on one chest found with it.

Ivan broke chest on the side - not even with the sword, and his head.

Thought in the trunk there happiness, and found a hare - as a living.

And he said to Ivan, they say, the joke - not funny like a slap in the face.

Cut the hare, and the hare - duck. Duck broke - and there is an egg.

And in anticipation of victory, took Ivan minute break.

And broke the egg - beaten as grandparents golden eggs personal chickens.

And lumps of mucus shell and slowly flows down,

our Prince Ivan, look closer, found a rusty needle.

And reflexes, honed over centuries, again in this case does not sleep:

Bam! - Broke the needle with both hands (earning hepatitis and AIDS).

And killed Immortal Koshchey and Koshchey palace burned down.

A national idea is just incomprehensible as it was.

And back home - everything is the same: garbage, dirt, broken fence,

the smell of burnt frog skin and in the eyes of his wife's silent reproach.

Spat on the floor, knocked the door with his foot and went heroics in the night.

Wrestle with Baboyu Yagoyu - on a shovel burned it in the oven.

Chicken hut burned to the load, and then, desperate and cruel,

stuffed with a swinging right in the tail are Brigand whistle.

And then Ivan cried with anguish: God, well, God, Mr. Shaw?

Shaw would have us break even is to become well again?

Where is this thing? Who I am? Where am I? But soon End of story!

There is a national idea finally became clearer.

Even God himself straightened arm, proudly looking around the edge of my dear:

"The right idea! There is a Russian thing, break it - and will be a paradise! "

In general, the purpose of the task and the work - and at home, and in fairy tales, and in the movies

- Take it and break something. But what - we can not understand.

What would we have a break? But we break - is clear: nothing.

That's residence has burned manor. Here faith and killed the king,

fist, SR and cadet Nepman, then a Bolshevik.

If someone is not broken somewhere - so do not even reached a hand.

All broke, like clean. Happiness has come? That's the same dick!

Okay, broke the Communists. Broke all the USSR.

If in the previous years of stagnation we demolished temples with squares,

now, watering holy water, smashed statues leaders.

Following Democrats broke again strengthened vertical.

That no broken - all the loss. That no broken - would be a pity.

Wrestle, wrestle, put our hearts sincerely break like no one!

Only every time that Porush, all again would not it!

We are waiting for that exalted culture reborn factory, cinema,

and the museum will return zhabya skin that we slept a long time ago.

Lost corruption and cork, medicine rise in full-length ...

But no one hears the voice of timid, and the answer is surprisingly simple:

Ivan Tsarevich went to the prince and got rid of the troubles at the time,

need something to break the main principle: to break all that meets the eye.