In the dense thicket , among berries and moss Where , by the rules of childrens poems , Human ever set foot , Lived alone Baba Yaga . Such a dense it was not : Iron and had slept on silk . And it was the computer - only friend. And with him, she whiled away their leisure . And as him was not bad - Dreamed Yaga find the groom. And to the smell and compote ing Some , perhaps, wandered to her Koschey . And dating sites studied it , But all was not satisfied , Because customers of these agencies Want busty and young brides . And once again struck the eternal motto : Teddy Bear, Teddy bear, turn around to me ! From the shadows of spruce - thick and gray - By hut , a young prince . Baba Yaga is confused : I do not understand Where do you put it? Adapt to what? The hell you gave me , devilish zeal ? Cook you? Or so to adopt ? Upset grandmother, curses on what light Nature, fate and bad internet: I was looking for a gray-haired man in years ! And this - a child ! Milk on the lips ! Tsarevich Yaga sorry to disappoint : Lets try , grandmother , first start! You need a husband ? My father - a widower . I ll introduce you - and the end of it ! Yaga stupefied : To daddy ? By king? Oh, father ... I will burn with shame same ! No shoes , no decent dress is not! Hairstyle did not do a thousand years ! Female talent but not forgotten, not killed - And thats really worth Yaga at the parade . And this beauty prince - youngster Led a solemn march to the palace. Widower dad even lost his legs : Madam , the same woo land , Im in love , Im dead! In this tale , and guys end . Not only models come down the aisle .
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 16:28:27 +0000
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