In the town
of lady – birds
Far,
In the soft opal brilliance of the night, where they cut all daylights raise town of the ladies – bird. Tavern hangs above tavern, bar goggles till bar, tavern drown till tavern. Wicker - covered demijohns
like enormous mushroom crack on sewing. You can hear ringing of bottles, which ring like boxes. The whole day heard retort like:
- It
is good, dip like honey. Scald like a fire, make dizzy my head.
- Brandy is pretty,
but a mastic is other thing.
- I drink a cognac,
and a beer.
The conversation conduct three male lady – birds. The first was fat and big, hairy like tadpole.
His wings have carmine color. His lips were formlessness and big, his tentacles
were curly like a wave. He was with a bandage arm. His trousers were chequered, and with braces. Admirer of a brandy, this lady – bird , is sank in debts till a neck.
- Boys, I noted down in an association of the Active alcoholic. For the sake of, all month, I will receive a box of brandy. My motto is : „ Don’t became sober”.
I but after I soaked my pension, mortgaged the house, but money are not enough. What I can do? This Association is it for all? – ask one weak, violet like flower lady – bird. His nose , and dispose arrange in the middle of face, is red like pepper.
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