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"Mes'e reporter, uberite pero-s",
Voskliknul politik, puzat,
"V otvet na postavlennyj vami vopros
Mne nechego bol'she skazat'",
No rta ne zakryl. Uzh zakat nastupil,
Pritihli petuh i koza,
A on priumnozhil oratorskij pyl:
"Mne nechego bol'she skazat'."
Uzh solnce pogaslo i chinno vzoshla
Luna na nebesnuyu glad',
A on reportera shvatil za obshlag:
"Mne nechego bol'she skazat'."
Neschastnyj, licom ot ustalosti bel,
Zevnul i zazhmuril glaza.
Poslednee, chto on rasslyshat' uspel:
"Mne nechego bol'she skazat'."
"You can tell your paper," the great man said,
"I refused an interview.
I have nothing to say on the question, sir;
Nothing to say to you."
And then he talked till the sun went down
And the chickens went to roost;
And he seized the collar of the poor young man,
And never his hold he loosed.
And the sun went down and the moon came up,
And he talked till the dawn of day;
Though he said, "On this subject mentioned by you,
I have nothing whatever to say."
And down the reporter dropped to sleep
And flat on the floor he lay;
And the last he heard was the great man's words,
"I have nothing at all to say."
Last-modified: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 17:22:44 GMT