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Jim Hawkins' New Adventures - Рыбаченко Олег Павлович - Страница 5


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  Wow, I thought my soul was in hell with Satan!

  But after the flogging they gave a peakless cap -

  They said you'll be a junior for now!

  And even poured a cook, imagine a bottle,

  Let there be no bitter mash, because there is cognac!

  Of course, it's a difficult maritime business,

  Now thirsty flour, now a dangerous storm,

  But the strength of the spirit is a gain,

  And if there is a head, then away with an ax!

  Corsairs caught us like a kitten,

  There was a boarding and blood in three streams!

  But my character is not a child -

  No wonder the boatswain beat me while teaching!

  Everyone had a board - I excelled,

  And the pirate captain said:

  - Courageously this young boy fought,

  He bravely showed the spirit of a corsair!

  Accepted into the naval brotherhood - that's luck,

  A dream come true since birth almost!

  Now you can hit back at anyone

  A rushing merchant overtake and smash!

  There was money - a generous booty,

  They lowered a lot, also without any fuss ...

  It happened, with luck, know the cash,

  But gold will flutter like a sparrow...

  The death was not cheerful;

  The executioner drove a severe - scaffold.

  The luxury of renewal has gone somewhere,

  From hunger in the dungeon, the stomach slept!

  In the crowd of pirates they curse loudly,

  Fly: cores, bones, shoes!

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  We are the servants of hell - of course the mob knows

  You can't see the sea by yourself!

  A loop, alas, a shameful death,

  Is my life over...

  In fetters visited sadness-grit,

  Long forgotten runaway relatives!

  But I didn't want to hang out in a noose,

  He took it with his foot under the stomach - the executioner fell!

  After all, the Russians have always been able to fight,

  And if a corsair, so fight, and do not cry!

  The last fight is of course the most difficult,

  In the hands of the ax that the executioner wore!

  When you are angry, the pressure is not small,

  And fear, as if mowing nettles!

  Other guys rushed into the fray,

  Where did the agility come from in the goners!

  Probably from the father of Rus' a soldier,

  Whom the authorities decided to betray!

  And the mob suddenly changed thoughts,

  Now the corsairs are great -

  Here the whole square was already seething with a riot,

  Fighters went on the attack from the street!

  Something happened that is rare, but it happens;

  They broke off the loop again on a horse!

  And what a rich man, he torments the poor -

  Not knowing what kind of war it is!

  Ship recaptured - Black Roger again,

  Again we are together, the sea is astern!