Utro, poka eshche rano,
Ustavshi igrat' v palantir,
Lyubimaya bolonka Sarumana
C blyudechka p'et kefir.

V Prigor'e Brodyazhnik ustalyj
S Angmarcem hleshchet vino,
Hotya Mitrandir i nezval ih,
On p'yan i emu vse ravno.

A v Mordore Sauron zlitsya
I stremnye pesni poet,
Ne p'etsya emu i ne spitsya:
Uchitelya Sauron zhdet.

A sam Saruman v Valinore
Pro vse eto pishet stihi,
Ne znaya ni boli, ni gorya,
Ni Tolkinovskoj chepuhi.

Last-modified: Sat, 15 Jun 1996 17:33:53 GMT