Clittary Hilton (clittary_hilton) wrote,
Clittary Hilton

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Камо грядеши, родная страна ?

Where are you going, my pretty maid?
I’m going a-milking, sir, she said.

May I go with you, my pretty maid?
You’re kindly welcome, sir, she said.

What is your father, my pretty maid?
My father’s a farmer, sir, she said.

What is your fortune, my pretty maid?
My face is my fortune, sir, she said.

Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid.
Nobody asked you, sir, she said.
Камо грядеши, родная страна?
Корову доити, сказала она.

А кто твой папаша, родная страна?
Ленин и Сталин, сказала она.

Тогда ведь, пожалуй, ты мне не нужна.
Вас, сударь, не звали, сказала она.

впервые на стихире, 2003 год
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