The number will not work with me, comrades, guys. Case history I

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I was weak and vulnerable, trembling with my whole being,
A 7 Dm
Bleeding with his sick, tormented insides.
Dm Am
And, as if in a vulgar puppuri, a huge forehead appeared in the door
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And I was illuminated from within by enormous evil.

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But the hand twitched imperiously: “Lie down, facing the wall!”
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And so they began to crush my sides on the sticky trestle bed.
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And the main one sat down at the table, sighed madly
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And he started something on me, similar to a case.

Here, in the tenacious and thin fingers, the Adam’s apple twitched funny,
They pressed in the groin, then in the stomach, on the poor fellow’s liver.
When they pressed me under the ribs, my insides sank!
And the pen spat blood into the innocent paper.

Half delirious, half ardent, he stripped naked,
An old hag was preparing an igloo in the corner.
And from the roots of my hair to my toes, horror weaved through my body:
“What if they put you to sleep with an injection so that you fall asleep?”

He worked on my stomach and squeezed my skull, and then
A tourniquet was tied around my forearm and the blood flow was interrupted.
I was about to squeal, but fell silent - dry lips locked.
And he groaned, grimaced, got wet, wrote and rejoiced.

He went into a rage, a familiar rage, but I screamed:
“What are you scribbling?! Well, show me the secret secret!”
The henchman, a former psychopath, tied my wrists;
The instruments of passion grew dim, laid out in a row.

I'm tough and beaten, and I have a cool disposition, I can go to hell, I can go to hell,
But here they will humble me, but here they will calm me down - I’m depressed and bored.
I'm lying naked as a falcon, and the main one is sniffing and sniffing at the table, -
Everyone writes something into the protocol, even though I don’t answer.

No, I need to save my strength, otherwise I’m weak and tired.
After all, soon my heels will burn, making me laugh.
I’m on edge, on guard, but I feel disgusting.
They shoved a gut down my throat and I spat it back out.

I'm in a vice, I'm in pincers, they're crawling over me, they're pushing me -
They want to find out everything, they want to find out, they try everything by touch.
Not even five minutes will pass here before the soul is taken out, exhausted,
They will ruin everything, tear it up, squeeze it and rinse it.

“Breathe, breathe with your mouth open. Breathe out - you’ll die!”
“If you breathe out here, you’ll hardly breathe again.”
I grin with all my dry mouth: “Well, order!
The trick won’t work with me, fellow guys.”

They turned off the lights and turned on the gas, some kind of board lit up,
And pus sprayed out of the eyes, and the trachea gurgled.
He went nuts, went into ecstasy, and for some reason they dragged a basin...
I saw this once, the movie "As a Trophy."

They come up to me from behind and give me an injection.
“Stab me, sons of bitches, but give me the protocol!”
I even got down on my knees, I pressed my forehead to the pelvis;
I demanded and threatened, begged and humiliated myself.

But they pulled the tourniquet tighter, and there, I see a tourniquet of alcohol,
Everyone is waiting for the red-haired devil with a hair whip.
Somewhere, somewhere, and then they’ll take theirs, and I’m wondering, old buffoon -
When is the red-hot rod, now or later?

The Sabbath was burning hot and bald, the sweat was flowing hotly!
There was a ringing sound, and the raven sat on the white shoulder.
And the raven shouted: “Nevermore!” - He is agile and quick.
Reminder: the torture room opens directly into the morgue.

I weakly raise my tail, although for them I am stupid and simple:
“Hey, you’ll have to answer for your biased interrogation!
You, what's your name, are back to the old days!
But they must give us the interrogation report.”

And I glance over my shoulder at that scribbling:
“I won’t sign this for you until I read it!”
Someone’s yellow back answered me dispassionately:
“Your signature is not needed, everything is clear to us without it.”

“Sister, dear, don’t be afraid, I won’t keep silent, I won’t dry myself,
I’ll step away from the protocol when I meet with a lawyer.
I didn’t tell them anything, I didn’t point at anyone, -
Tell everyone I knew: I remain their brother!”

He said, drawing the line: read, they say, and cool down.
I dug into that writing, and there was only Latin.
There are circles in the eyes, zeros in the brain, damned fear - disappear!
They just kept a medical history.

I was weak and vulnerable, trembling with my whole being,
Bleeding with his sick, tormented insides.
And, as if in a vulgar bubble, a huge forehead appeared in the door
And I was illuminated from within by enormous evil.
But the hand twitched imperiously: “Lie down, facing the wall!”
And so they began to crush my sides on the sticky trestle bed.
And the main one sat down at the table, sighed furiously sp 2 times
And he filed something similar to a case against me.

Here, in the tenacious and thin fingers, the Adam’s apple twitched funny,
They pressed in the groin, then in the stomach, on the poor fellow’s liver.
When they pressed under the ribs, how my insides felt,
And the pen spat blood into the innocent paper.
Half delirious, half ardent, he stripped naked,
It was not the old hag who was preparing the igloo in the corner.
And from the roots of my hair to my toes, horror weaved through my body:
“What if they put you to sleep with an injection so that you fall asleep?”

He worked on my stomach and squeezed my skull, and then
A tourniquet was tied around my forearm and the blood flow was interrupted.
I was about to squeal, but fell silent, dry lips locked,
And he groaned, grimaced, got wet, wrote and rejoiced.
He went into a frenzy, a familiar frenzy, but I screamed:
“What are you scribbling?! Well, show me the secret secret.”
Henchman, ex-psychopath, tied my wrists
The instruments of passion grew dim, laid out in a row.

I'm grate and beaten, and have a cool disposition, I can tear you apart, I can spin you,
But here they will humble me, but here they will calm me down, I am depressed and bored.
I'm lying naked like a falcon, and the main one is snooping and snooping at the table,
Everyone writes something in the protocol, even though I don’t answer.
No, I need to save my strength, otherwise I’m weak and tired.
After all, soon my heels will burn, making me laugh.
I’m on edge, on the alert, but I feel disgusting,
They shoved a gut down my throat and I spat it back out.

I'm in a vice, I'm in pincers, they're crawling over me, they're crawling over me,
They want to find out everything, they want to find out, they try everything by touch.
Not even five minutes will pass here before the soul is taken out and buried,
They will ruin everything, they will crush it, they will squeeze it and rinse it.
“Breathe, breathe with your mouth open. Breathe out and you’ll die.”
“You can breathe out here, then you’ll hardly breathe.”
I grin with all my dry mouth: “Well, order!
The trick won’t work with me, fellow guys.”

They turned off the lights and turned on the gas, some kind of board lit up,
And pus sprayed out of the eyes, and the trachea gurgled.
And he went wild, went into ecstasy, for some reason they dragged a basin,
I saw this once, the movie "As a Trophy."
They come up to me from behind and give me an injection.
“Stab me, sons of bitches, but give me the protocol!”
I even got down on my knees, I pressed my forehead to the pelvis,
I demanded and threatened, begged and humiliated myself.

But they pulled the tourniquet tighter, there, I see, they are burning the alcohol lamp,
Everyone is waiting for the red-haired devil with a hair whip.
Somewhere, somewhere, and then they’ll take theirs, and I’m guessing, old buffoon -
When is the red-hot rod, now or later?
The Sabbath was burning hot and bald, the sweat was flowing hotly!
There was a ringing sound, and the raven sat on the white shoulder.
And the raven shouted: “Never more!” - He is agile and quick.
It reminds me of a torture room going straight into the morgue.

I weakly raise my tail, although for them I am stupid and simple:
“Hey, you’ll have to answer for your biased interrogation!
You, what's your name, have returned to the old days,
But they must give us the interrogation report.”
And I glance over my shoulder at that scribbling:
“I won’t sign this for you until I read it!”
Someone’s yellow back answered me dispassionately:
“Your signature is not needed, everything is clear to us without it.”

Dear sister, don’t be afraid, I won’t keep silent, I won’t dry up,
I’ll step away from the protocol when I meet with a lawyer.
I didn't tell them anything, I didn't point at anyone,
Tell everyone I knew - I remained their brother!
He said, drawing the line, read, they say, and cool down.
I dug into that writing, and there was only Latin.
There are circles in the eyes, zeros in the brain, damned fear - disappear.
They just kept a medical history.

I was both weak and vulnerable
I trembled with my whole being,
Bleeded his sick
Tormented inside, -
And, as if in a vulgar medley,
A huge forehead appeared in the door
And illuminated from within
Healthy unkindness.

But the hand twitched imperiously:
"Lie facing the wall!" -
And so they began to crush my sides
On a sticky trestle bed.

And the most important one - sat down at the table,
He sighed madly
And he turned something on me,
Similar to "deal".

Here in the fingers tenacious and thin
The Adam's apple twitched funny,
They pressed me in the groin, then in the stomach,
For the poor fellow's liver.
When they pressed under the ribs -
How my insides sank!
And the pen coughed up blood
Into innocent paper.

Half delirious, half ardent
Stripped naked -
I was preparing an igloo in the corner
An old hag, -

And from hair roots to toes
Horror crawled through my body:
What if they put you to sleep with an injection,
So that the sleepy one splits?!

He, having worked on his stomach,
He crushed my skull and then
He tied my forearms with a tourniquet
And the blood flow was interrupted.
I was about to squeal, but fell silent -
Dry lips on lock -
And he groaned, grimaced, got wet,
He wrote and rejoiced.

He went into a rage - a familiar rage -
But I’ll scream:
"What are you scribbling? Come on, show me
Secret mura!..”

Henchman - former psychopath -
Tied my wrists -
They faded, laid out in a row,
Instruments of addiction.

I am grated and beaten, and have a cool disposition,
I can peddle, I can spin, -
But here they will subdue, but here they will calm down -
I'm sad and bored.
I'm lying naked as a falcon,
And the main thing - sniffing and sniffing at the table -
Everyone writes something in the protocol,
Even though I don't answer.

No, we need to save our strength,
And then I’m weak, tired, -
After all, soon your heels will burn,
To make me laugh

I'm on edge, on alert,
But I feel disgusting -
They shoved a gut down my throat -
I spat it back out.

I am taken in a vice, I am taken in pincers -
They crawl at me, they crawl at me,
They want to call everyone, they want to find out,
Everyone tries it by touch.
Not even five minutes will pass here,
How the soul is taken out, worn out,
They will ruin everything, tear it up,
They will squeeze and rinse.

"Breathe, breathe deeply through your mouth!
Breathe out, you’ll die!”
"You take a breath here - then
You’ll hardly even breathe!”

All over your dry mouth
I grin: “Well, order!
The number won't work with me,
Comrade guys!"

They turned off the lights and turned on the gas,
Some board lit up, -
And pus sprayed from the eyes,
And the trachea gurgled.
And he went wild, went into ecstasy,
For some reason they dragged the basin...
I saw this once -
Film as a trophy.

They're coming at me from behind
And they give an injection...
"Kill, you sons of bitches,
But give me the protocol!"

I even got down on my knees
I pressed my forehead to the pelvis;
I demanded and threatened
He begged and humiliated himself.

But they pulled the tourniquet tighter,
There I see - an alcohol lamp is being burned,
Everyone is waiting for the red-haired devil
With a hair whip.
Somewhere, somewhere, but here they will take theirs!
And I'm wondering, old fool:
When the red-hot rod -
Now or later?

The Sabbath grew hot and bald,
Sweat flowed hotly, -
There was a ringing sound and the raven sat down
On a white shoulder.

And the raven shouted: “Nevermore!” -
He is agile and quick, -
Reminds: straight to the morgue
The torture room appears.

I weakly raise my tail,
Although for them I am stupid and simple:
"Hey! For your biased interrogation
I'll have to answer!
You, what’s your name there, -
Back to the old days!
But the interrogation report is for us
We are obligated to give!"

And I'm looking over my shoulder
To the writing:
"I won't sign this for you,
Until I read it!"

I need someone's yellow back
She answered dispassionately:
"And your signature is not needed -
Everything is clear to us without her."

"Sister, honey, don't be afraid -
I won't keep quiet, I won't dry up,
I'll leave the protocol
When meeting with a lawyer!
I didn't tell them anything
Didn't point at anyone, -
Tell everyone I knew:
I remain their brother!"

He said, drawing the line:
"Read, they say, and about

I was both weak and vulnerable,
He is shaking his whole being,
He bled their patients
Torn gut -
And, as if in the vulgar medley
A huge forehead appeared at the door
And illuminated from within
Healthy unkind.

But imperious hand twitched:
& lying face against the wall! & -
And so I began to knead the sides
On a sticky couch.

And the most important - sat at the table,
He sighed rabid
And something in me started,
Similar to the & business & quot ;.

That tenacious fingers and thin
Ridiculously he jerked his Adam's apple,
Pressed in the groin, then - in the stomach,
In the liver, the poor fellow.
When pressed under the edge -
As ekalo my insides!
Coughing up blood and feather
The paper is innocent.

The delirious in polupylu
Stripped naked -
In the corner of preparing the needle
Not old hag -

And from the roots of the hair to toe
As the body horror trudged:
And suddenly prick lull,
To split a sleepy?!

He worked hard to stomach,
I am surrendering my skull, and then
Forearm I pulled tourniquet
And current blood interrupted.
I was screamed, but stopped -
Dry lips of the castle -
He groaned, curve, IOC,
He wrote and rejoiced.

He went into a rage - a familiar rage -
But I ZAOr:
& What scribble? Well, show
Secret crap! .. &

Assistant - former Psycho -
I tie my wrists -
Faded, lined in a row,
Cannon addicted.

I tert and a bit cool and temper,
Can - racing, I can - vraskrut -
But this humble, but then uymutsya -
INI, and I miss you.
I lie naked like a falcon,
And most importantly - yes sniffing sniffing at the table -
All writing something in the protocol,
Though I don't answer.

No, you have power to spare,
And weak, tired -
After all, your heels will soon burn,
That I laughed

I keep on the nerve on the alert,
But I feel disgusting -
I"m stuck in the throat of the intestine -
I spat back.

I was taken in a vice, I mites taken -
For me crawl, Concertina,
All cause, ferret want
All are trying to touch.
There will not pass five minutes,
As the soul is removed, isomnut,
All defile, izorvut,
Uzhmut and propoloschut.

& Breathe, breathe deeply mouth!
Yes Exhale - die! &
& You then exhale - and then
Hardly and sigh! &

In all his dry mouth
I Scalia: & Oh, right!
With me will not work,
Comrades, guys! &

Removed light and gave gas,
Board some lit -
And pus gush from his eyes,
And he gurgled trachea.
He zverel, he entered into ecstasy,
Dragged for some reason, the pelvis...
I"ve seen it once -
The film as a trophy.

To me come from behind
And they do a shot...
& colitis, sons of bitches,
But let Minutes! &

I even got up on his knees,
I pressed my forehead to the pelvis;
I demanded, and threatened,
I prayed and humiliated.

But tighter tightened the tourniquet,
Look, I see - alcohol lamp wiring harness,
All are waiting for a red devil
With the hair whip.
Where, where, and then take her!
And I am wondering, the old clown:
When the red-hot rod -
Now or later?

Sabbat kalilsya and lysel,
Sweat poured hot -
There was ringing - and crows sat
On the white shoulder.

And the raven shouted: & Nevermore! & -
He is agile and prytok -
Reminds: straight to the morgue
It leaves room for torture.

I raise my little tail,
Although for them I"m stupid and simple:
& Hey! For your biased questioning
We"ll have to answer!
You, as you there by name -
They returned to the old days!
But the record of the interrogation us
Obliged to give! &

And I mow over his shoulder
In the writings:
& I won't sign it,
As long as not read! &

I have someone spin yellow
He replied flatly:
& And your signature is not necessary -
We enable all clear " ;.

& My sister, my dear, do not be afraid -
I do not smolchu, I do not utrus,
From protocol Unlock
At a meeting with a lawyer!
I said nothing to them,
No one else has shown -
Tell everyone I knew:
I left them my brother! &

He uttered, Bottom line:
& Read, they say, and

I. Error occurred

I was both weak and vulnerable.
I trembled with my whole being,
Bleeded his sick
Tormented inside, -
And, as if in a vulgar medley,
A huge forehead appeared in the door
And illuminated from within
Healthy unkindness.

And the hand twitched imperiously:
“Lie facing the wall!” -
And so they began to crush my sides
On a sticky trestle bed.

And the most important one - sat down at the table,
He sighed madly
And he turned something on me,
Similar to "deal".

Here in the fingers tenacious and thin
The Adam's apple twitched funny,
They pressed me in the groin, then in the stomach,
For the poor fellow's liver, -
When they pressed under the ribs -
How my insides sank!
And the pen coughed up blood
Into innocent paper.

Half delirious, half ardent
Stripped naked -
I was preparing an igloo in the corner
An old hag, -

And from hair roots to toes
Horror crawled through my body:
What if they put you to sleep with an injection,
So that the sleepy one splits?!

He, having worked on his stomach,
He crushed my skull and then
I tied my forearm with a tourniquet
And the blood flow was interrupted, -
I started to squeal, but fell silent, -
Dry lips on lock, -
And he groaned, grimaced, got wet,
He wrote and rejoiced.

He went into a rage - a familiar rage -
But I’ll scream:
“What are you scribbling? Come on, show me
Secret mura!..”

Henchman - former psychopath -
Knitted my wrists, -
They faded, laid out in a row,
Instruments of addiction.

No, we need to save our strength,
And I’m already tired, -
After all, soon your heels will begin to burn,
Make me laugh.

I'm on edge, on alert,
But I feel disgusting -
They shoved a gut down my throat -
I spat it back out.

I am taken in a vice, I am taken in pincers -
They crawl at me, they crawl at me,
They want to find out everything, they want to find out,
They try everything by touch, -
Not even five minutes will pass here,
How the soul is taken out, worn out,
They will ruin everything, tear it up,
They will squeeze and rinse.

“Breathe, breathe deeply through your mouth!
Breathe out, you’ll die!”
“You take a breath here - then
You’ll hardly even breathe!”

All over your dry mouth
I grin: “Well, order!
It won't work for you guys.
Play hide and seek with me!

They turned off the lights and turned on the gas,
Some board lit up, -
And pus sprayed from the eyes,
And the trachea gurgled.
He went crazy, went into ecstasy,
For some reason they dragged the basin...
I saw this once -
Film as a trophy.

They're coming at me from behind
And they give an injection...
“Kill, you sons of bitches,
But give me the protocol!”

I even got down on my knees
I pressed my forehead to the pelvis;
I demanded and threatened
He begged and humiliated himself.

The Sabbath grew hot and bald,
Sweat flowed hotly, -
There was a ringing sound and the raven sat down
On a white shoulder.

And the raven shouted: “Nevermore!” -
He is agile and quick, -
Reminds: straight to the morgue
The torture room appears.

And I'm looking over my shoulder
To the writing:
“I won’t sign this for you,
Until I read it!”

I need someone's yellow back
She answered dispassionately:
“And your signature is not needed -
Everything is clear to us without her.”

“Sister, honey, don’t be afraid -
I won't keep quiet, I won't dry up,
I'll leave the protocol
When meeting with a lawyer!
I didn't tell them anything
Didn't point at anyone, -
Tell everyone I knew:
I remain their brother!”

He said, drawing the line:
Read, they say, and cool down!
I delved into that scribbling
And there is only Latin...

There are circles in the eyes, zeros in the brain, -
Damn fear, disappear:
They just started
Medical history!

II. No error

Bearded men hung in frames on the wall -
Everyone is wearing glasses on chains, in folklore - pince-nez, -
They all discovered something, they all came up with vaccines,
So if I didn't die, it was all their fault.

They told me: “You are sick,”
And I was pounded
But the luminary of the heart
Smiled from the wall, -

This is not a cell - a ward,
There are not bunks here, but a bench,
Not under investigation, guys.
And I am the one being studied!

And although I’m all sick, for some reason I’m not afraid, -
Let me wave, without looking, medical protocol!
I like Sklifosovsky, the founder of the institute,
I know Comrade Botkin - he invented jaundice.

In my position
Only an eccentric of the law shakes:
Doctor, if he gets angry,
So he will be put away in the “yellow house”.

Everything depends in this house
From yourself:
If you want, you can become Budyonny,
If you want, horse him!

My brains don’t go beyond my mind - believe the word, -
I’m asking a question with a hint, that is, I’m asking for a scandal:
“If Kashchenko, for example, went to Pirogov for treatment -
Pirogov would not have cut Kashchenko without a reason...”

My doctor is no stranger -
He is cunning and careful:
“Yes, you are right, but it is possible
The move is reverse,” he says.

Here is a ward with five beds,
Here the professor comes through the door -
Points a finger: “Paranoid,” -
And go check it out!

It’s good that you, luminaries, were all hung on the wall -
I am behind you, dear ones, like behind a stone wall:
I hope in Vishnevsky, I trust in Burdenka, -
They will confirm that I am sick not mentally, but spiritually!

My family is strong - all like me, -
True, my great-grandfather was blind;
My brother-in-law is white-hot,
But a brother-in-law is not relatives!

“Doctor, we are here face to face -
Answer me, be quick:
Or will I get a diagnosis?
Or will there be a verdict?

And the doctors, and the orderlies, and the luminaries were all confused,
The luminary outside the window has rolled behind me,
And the glasses on the chain seemed to be covered with moisture,
The jaundiced father's cheeks suddenly turned white.

And the edge loomed,
And the paper shuddered, -
The doctor acted for good
It's a pity - the good is not mine, -

But not a sheet of steel, a feather -
The chest was pierced like a stiletto:
My diagnosis is paranoia
This means a couple of years!

III. Disease history

Suddenly it seemed as if they had sunk into darkness
Portraits and doctors,
The heat flowed from me, like
From a blast furnace.

I felt an evil dexterity -
He went like a battering ram -
And the paramedic barely protected
X-ray screen.

And - there’s blood in my throat, and you can’t stop it -
I’ll flood all of Russia, -
And - a cry: “On his table, under the knife!
Anesthesia! Anesthesia!

They put ice on my neck -
They're in a hurry, they're tearing my shirt, -
I grin with my red mouth
Like a jester in the arena.

I shout to myself: “Travi! -
And I tense my chest. -
In your gore
Someone will get stuck!”
I could, if not for an eye and an eye,
To bloody the whole earth, -
It’s a pity that we managed to make a copper basin
It's not time to substitute!

I can no longer hear my cry,
I don’t recognize my sister, -
That sweet gas penetrated me,
Like vodka in the morning.

The colorful shroud hid the hall,
And the faces of the doctors, -
But I still proved to them
What mental health!

I weaken, I twitch and again
I'm bullying, but the needles are being inserted
And they pour artificial blood -
It doesn't come out of my throat.

“The surgeon hasn’t taken the anesthesia yet,
Bow your head, -
I didn’t say important words -
Listen, here they are.

Meet with God by praying,
The more combative
That these lines are not about you,
And about other doctors!..

I lay down at the bend of existence,
Halfway to the abyss, -
And the whole story is mine
Disease history.

I was healthy - healthy as a bull,
Like two whole bulls, -
Anyone you meet during rush hour
I could bruise my sides.

You used to go and eat,
You communicate with people
And suddenly - on your table, under the knife, -
I finished singing, damn it!..”

“Don’t be upset, dear friend,”
The doctor became a little more kind. -
Almost all the people around -
Disease history.

All of humanity has long been
Chronically painful -
From the day of creation it
You are doomed to get sick.

The first man himself was moping -
He just hid it, -
And the creator was sick,
When our world was creating.

You shouldn't be upset
Peace is better for you, -
After all, the entire history of the country is
Disease history.

Humanity has everything -
Now colic, now pain, -
And his whole story -
Disease history.

The sick person lives more and more cheerfully,
More and more angry and useless -
And enjoys his
Medical history..."