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What's the evil of Maximus? I don't get it. He doesn't use foul language, he doesn't sell grails, and he doesn't advertise.
Well, who's plagiarized a bit, and who among us is without sin?
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no evil, that's for sure... on the contrary, after reading his poems, a minimum I have a smile on his face, and sometimes even grabbed his stomach))) what's wrong with it?
no really... the forum needs a bit of humor now and then, or it will get completely boring...
I'll say this about the art: Maximus, write better poetry)))
THE SONG FROM STALIN
Comrade Stalin, you're a great scholar -
you know your way around linguistics,
but I'm just a Soviet prisoner,
and my comrade is a grey Bryansk wolf.
I really don't know what I'm in jail for,
but the prosecutors must be right,
I'm currently sitting in Turukhan Territory,
where you were in exile under the Tsar.
I'm sitting in exile in the region of Turukhan Kray, where you were imprisoned under the Tsar.
We confessed to the sins of others,
We met our fate, We trusted you, Comrade Stalin,
, as maybe we didn't trust ourselves.
Mister, I'm sitting in the region of Turukhan,
where the guards, like dogs, are rude,
I certainly understand all this,
as the aggravation of the class struggle.
Rain, snow, gnats over us,
but we are in the taiga from morning till morning,
you here from a spark have kindled a flame -
thank you, I warm up by the fire.
It's harder for you, you take care of everyone in the world
in the weary hour of the night,
you pacing in the Kremlin office,
you are smoking your pipe, your eyes never sleep.
And we carry the heavy cross for nothing
in the smoky cold and the misery of the rain,
we, like trees, fall in the bunk,
sleepless leaders.
We dream of you, in your party cap
and your tunic, going to the front.
We chop wood the Stalinist way, and splinters,
and splinters fly in all directions.
Yesterday we buried two Marxists,
bodies clad in bright camouflage,
one of them was a right-wing dodger,
the other turned out to be unrelated.
He before passing away forever,
bequeathed you last words -
told you to solve his case
and quietly shrieked: "Stalin is the head!"
Smoke a thousand years, Comrade Stalin,
and may I have to die in the taiga,
I believe: there will be cast iron and steel
per capita quite.
On the contrary, after reading his poems
It's not his poems.
It's not his poetry.
Be simple, write a couple of meaningful MQL scripts and put them in CodeBase,
and the great forum member granit77, with his even greater post #19... on the advice of the great Sovietologist
Mr. sayfuji (... just in time advice or a thought that if not now, then later will help someone ...)
will correct you.
Keep it simple, write a couple of meaningful MQL scripts and put them in CodeBase,
and the great forum member granit77 with his even greater post #19... on the advice of the great Sovietologist
Mr. sayfuji (... just in time advice or a thought that if not now, then later will help someone ...)
will correct you.
Strange. The line has changed its content. There's a development going on. Not all is lost.
Strange. The line has changed its content. There's a development going on, it turns out. Not all is lost.
I humbly note that development is not in changing lines, or handing out GREAT posts under number 19...
but in increasing the bank account, or given the theme of the forum - in increasing the deposit.