The Martian story
Pharaoh
Fools gold
Pharaoh
Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold
The Martian story
Pharaoh
Fools gold
Pharaoh
Pharaoh
У каждого в жизни бывает минута,
Ну вот, наконец,
А ну улыбнись
А ну не печалься
По вольной дорожке
Пройдись походи.
Совет наш простой:
Мечтай и люби,
Работай старайся.
Да радуйся только
Живёшь без войны.
Everyone has a minute in their life,
When for some reason the past want to pull back,
And in this moment of the forbidden circle,
I saw them in English book.
Simple Russian women,
War time...
In farms, dugouts, trenches, snow.
With patches on dresses, military coats,The wrinkles on the faces
But with the light of hope in tired eyes.
With a smile, joke,
They looked into my eyes:
Well, what are you crying about?
There is no war!
At least, finally, we know
Here is truly grief -
The man does not love you.
Well smile,
Well, don't be sad
On a free path
Take a walk.
Our advice is simple:
Dream and love,
Work hard.
Just be happy you live without war.Эта ночь не украдена,
Посмотри мне в глаза.
Сколько было оставлено в тех далеких краях.
Их судьба недопетая, ненапрасны пути,
За рассветами светлыми детям нашим идти.
Слушать песни веселые,
Мудрость в книгах узнать,
И далекую родину так как мы вспоминать.
Где отцы наши правили, где в походах прошли.
Наши славные женщины, их слова долгожданные и улыбки желанные, это солнца лучи.
За стоявших на площади,
Снова вижу я ночи те.
Мою маму нестрогую, ее кофточку новую.
Эта ночь не украдена.
This night is not stolen,
Look into my eyes.
How many we left in those distant lands.
Their fate is a song that was not finished, their roads are not forgotten.
Our children will walk to the bright morning sunshine, Listen to the funny songs,
Learn wisdom in books,
And know distant homeland as we remember.
Where our fathers ruled, where they went on campaigns.
Our glorious women, their long-awaited words and welcome smiles, these are the rays of the sun.
For those who stood on the square.
Again I see those nights.
My mom was not strict,She was wearing her new blouse.This night is not stolen.Fools gold
Martian story
Pharaoh
Servant 1: Pharaoh looks like he had enough.
New King number one: that’s good.
Servant 2: what is this?
Wood?
Servant 1: fire place.
New King number one: probably it was dropped out from the sky.
Servant 2: the carriage is here.
New Queen number one: when I ride carriage someone has to hold it.
New King number one: yes, it calls yourself.
New Queen number one: this what they drove, carriage?
New King number one: you think it was called taxi?
Pharaoh
Pharaoh: is she Egyptian?
New King number one: yeah.
Next time I will ask for ID.
Pharaoh: demonstration?
New King number one: she is Egyptian by the clock.
Like we all are.
At 7 o'clock.
Egyptian mommy, mother.
You will hardly have any dinner warm up.
Pharaoh: I never knew that!
New King number one: some one else has to learn it first.
Pharaoh
Pharaoh
Pharaoh: who is this?
Servant1: our military
commander.
Servant 2: he is good, but
we don’t know what he says.
Servant 1: he comes here
for lunch.
We painted the kitchen door
in white color,
So he will not
go to another door.
Servant 2: we can see better here.
Pharaoh: nice car.
Servant 1: it’s a tank.
Do you know
how much this thing cost?
Servant: but we have necessary food.
This why we
think we are better then them.
Servant 2: they are rich.
Some people
work for rich.
Servant 1: we are ready and they are not.
Pharaoh: I think I remember my name.
Servant 1: what is this?