рассказ о пикнике на британском

Somewhere out there, for dalyu blue,Where escaped the edge of heaven,There are magical and real,Completely custom wood.
Under forest green blood,Where the trees are torn up,There's a big fire aroundOnce we have gathered in May.
All friends alternatelyProtrude into the guard:Prevented food - free,And the post - who rested.
Other series came,And its just a trace.And it is gone,Just here was - and is not.
And where is our friend disappeared?Maybe someone stole it?Maybe he got off the road?Washed down with Baba spree?
For a long time it looked for allAnd sorry for all of it.Oh, cursed - cursed,Oh, cursed in all his.
And they found a quiet river for:Here it is, nice! Hey, meet!This little dark place,Drinking tea from a thermos it!
My wife had a voice call,Already heard a hundred versts.All shouted: "Oh, bastard!Where have you been, unruly dog?
You used up all our nerves,You drown in a pond!March in place, plywood wolf! "A fugitive to all: "Do not go!"
We already all taken aback,Even shiver -And strained shouted:"This is so not going ?!"
"And just like that, I'm tired,Beer, eggs, kebabs,I decided to go to the left,Tea to drink here at the river. "
"Well, let's put up,Tell us what kind of tea?Forest, peace, why do we get angry,Better treated to tea! "
A drink was nice!This case was the whole sense,All our barbecue flavoredTurned into coal.
Eggs, bread dragged birds -Its a banquet:This tea we often dreamThough much has passed a couple of years.
We then removed the tea fatigue,In that day, we all cheered.Yes, that's the latest news -Each tea all invited.
Shall we sit, laugh,Drink his tea corona.The occasion is now datingThe first toast: "Tea pour!" как то так))