Натянутый канат

He did not come out of any rank, no growth;
Not for glory, not for remuneration,
In his unusual style
He stepped over the life of the platform
Tightrope, tightrope,
Strained as the nerve.

Look - here it is
Without insurance goes.
The thin cord under the foot -
Fall, be gone!
Right, left, tilt -
And it can not be saved!
But for some reason, it is very necessary to pass
The four quarters of the way.

And its rays to the step knocked,
And cut, like a monastery.
Pipe bursting, as two.
Cries of "Bravo!" He deafened,
A timpani and drums -
As an ax head.

Look - here it is
Without insurance goes.
A little to the right of the slope -
Fall, be gone!
A little to the left of the slope -
I still do not save!
But quietly - it remains to pass
For three quarters of the way.

"Oh, how cute, how nice, how terrible!
Fight to the death of three minutes! "-
Expanding the waiting mouths,
From the stalls looked despondently
Midgets, midgets -
It seemed to him from above.

Look - here it is
Without insurance goes.
A little to the right of the slope -
Fall, be gone!
A little to the left of the slope -
I still do not save!
But quietly - it remains to pass
For two quarters of the way.

He laughed at the glory of the perishable,
But just wanted to be the first -
This try to ditch!
Not on a wire above the arena,
He nerves, nerves us
I went under the drumbeat.

Look - here it is
Without insurance goes.
A little to the right of the slope -
Fall, be gone!
A little to the left of the slope -
I still do not save!
But quietly - it remains to pass
No more than a quarter of the way.

Cried the trainer - and animals
We put a paw on a stretcher,
But the verdict is simple and harsh.
Was he confused or convinced ?!
However, sawdust, but sawdust
He shed blood and annoyance!

And today another
Without insurance goes,
The thin cord under the foot -
Fall, be gone!
Right, left, tilt -
And it can not be saved ...
But for some reason, it is also necessary to pass
The four quarters of the way.