Re: С Новым Годом! Короче Прыздрамлямс. Жэламс. Афигевамс Дождь в декабре странно упруг. Сочетание душ - сплетение рук, Твой почти что отъезд - мой почти что укор, Ни к чему не ведущий пустой разговор. Братство крови - ну что ж, благородно вполне. Надо ль правду искать, если правда - в вине? Но вина и вины мы хлебнули сполна, И хмельна, как вино, нашей крови вина. Ах, как хитро сплетен наших судеб узор - Твой почти что отъезд - мой почти что укор. И так много дано, что всего не успеть, Но так надо суметь раз всего лишь посметь Прикоснуться губами к раскрытой руке И не выплыть уже в этой бурной реке, Что направлена зовом далеких морей, И дождем декабре, и дождем в декабре.
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Re: С Новым Годом! 4 Terror & Cristo A SUBSIM Night Before Christmas (While on patrol in the Atlantic) T'was the night before Christmas and all though the hull, Naught could be heard but the mewing of a gull; The crewmembers were stung with a sullen despair, No hope of making Christmas depravities in St. Nazaire; They slung defeated in their hammocks all filled with dread, Visions of another holiday meal of moldy green bread; The kaluen still wearing his greasy battered cap, Was up in the conning tower to avoid taking the rap; Six weeks at sea without a convoy to shatter, Now this bad news to boot tasted like fecal matter; Away to the north there was suddenly a flash, Could it be a Leigh-Light equipped plane seeking a U-Boat to trash? The kaluen prepared to duck quickly below, He'd take her deep and let her lie low; But then what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer; The kaluen quickly thought this must be a trick, An aerial contrapation designed to reduce him to an oil slick; Getting behind the flak gun he carefully took aim, It was time to end this sorry voyage of shame; Now Smash her! Now Lance her! Now make her a Goner! In a hail of gunfire he'd restore the boats honor; It was moving so slow it looked ready to stall, Now lash away! lash away! lash away all! And the sky was lit up with a harsh pounding light, The foe would meet his fate in the cold Atlantic night; Recovering from the glare the kaluen looked for proof, That the target had been downed without any dispute; Acrid gunsmoke encircled his head like wreath, The target was gone....what a relief! He set out the searchlight to probe for debris, Yet all he found on the dark bobbing sea; Were burnt packages, canvas bags, a charred red suit, Apparently St. Nick and his reindeer had been no match for Das Boot; Smugly the kaluen resumed course for St. Nazaire, Secure in the knowledge that Santa would be there; Judging by the sodden green hair he'd seen it was a lead-pipe cinch, It wasn't Santa he'd shot down but that American imposter the Grinch! by Torplexed!
