A collection of epics written by sixth grade students. “School epic” by Alexander Belonozhkin How to write an epic on a sports theme

An epic about how glorious the heroes of 6 “B” class won Yulia Ilsurovna

Like in the capital city in Muscovy

Yes, in the area of ​​​​Vernadsky Avenue

At school 324 in glorious,

What is popularly called the “Firebird”

There lived five wonderful knights.

Oh yes, the guys were wonderful!

Both sharp in mind and talented.

Yes, and the heroic strength.

(Ilya Muromets would not have been able to cope!)

they lived a long time without knowing troubles

Yes, in that glorious school “Firebird”.

Once a terrible monster got into the habit of visiting them

By last name Volokasiche

Yes, by name (creepy!) Just Julia!

It’s not easy - but Ilsurovna

(Odikhmantyev’s son is the great-granddaughter).

This monster got into the habit

Give bad grades and spoil diaries

that everyone lies around neither alive nor dead.

Yes, and she made a mess in class,

That the people drowned in the mud,

Yes, and I ruined the whole board -

It won't take a hundred years to wash it off!

Well done, well done, gathered together,

Glorious are the fellows - clear are the falcons.

The first fellow was called Misha

Yes, by the nickname our most beautiful.

Yes, the other two are the strongest

Light - Andrey and with him Kolya - his friend,

I’ll say one thing about Alim and Oleg -

They were very thoughtful - yes!

Apparently they were the smartest.

Yes, we decided to keep the advice

How to get rid of a scary monster

Terrible Yulia,

So they decided that they were in arms

The strength of this beast is terrible.

Yes, they decided to steal the magazine

Yes, burn in the stove, and in an open field

Give it to the wild winds.

Yes, they decided to use a red pen

Destroy and boil in a black cauldron,

Yes, and eat it for lunch instead of dinner.

They were going on a hike for three days,

We thought for a long time about how to distract the scary monster,

How to steal scary weapons.

They took backpacks for traveling,

We saddled the heroic horses

Let's go to the battlefield.

Yes they turned on the music

Very loud, disco-like.

They distracted a scary monster

Odikhmantyev's son and great-granddaughter.

Yes, she rushed around the classroom,

Yes, I forgot my weapon.

All done well, good fellows,

Everything was done as planned.

The next day early in the morning

They galloped to school.

Lo and behold, the monster has taken over

And even worse than before.

Red pens and scribbles,

Yes, there are already three new magazines lying around.

The fellows began to gather,

Yes, I’m thinking again,

How to get rid of the scary monster Julia

By the last name Volokasiche -

Odikhmantyev's son and great-granddaughter.

And they decided to misbehave

Screaming and not doing homework.

They destroyed all their notebooks,

Yes, scattered to the steppe wind.

In the diaries and the fives were instructed,

They signed and hid it behind the stove.

Now the scary monster won’t find it,

Odikhmantyev's son is the great-granddaughter.

Everything was done as planned.

Only a monster for its own again,

And even more terrible, worse than before.

I threw black slippers at them,

I made a report on them,

Yes, I called my parents,

threatened with bloody reprisals.

They gathered again to hold council.

They invited the beautiful maiden,

I am a beautiful and wise maiden.

The girl was called Ksyusha,

Yes, I laughed at the falcons.

She spoke to them these words:

It won't help, they say, evil comes from evil.

We must overcome evil with good.

Yes, take a notebook,

Write all the tasks there,

Show her your knowledge.

And if he starts screaming, answer

When leaving, wipe the board with a rag,

Yes, not just like that, but straight to the point.

And take the papers with you.

Let her die in purity.

Everything was done as planned,

Only the monster was not angry.

Everyone smiled and said hello,

Treated everyone to tea and gingerbread,

She spoke kind words to them

The speeches are kind, and these are the words:

“Oh, well done, falcons!

Yes, they say, they amused me in my old age.

Oh thank you so much!

We will live - don’t bother,

Yes, be friends with each other"

She gave everyone high fives,

And she sent me home to rest.

Nomination "Poetry" - 7-11 years old

about the author

Alexander is 11 years old, a 6th grade student at the Krasnopakhorskaya Secondary School, lives in the village of Krasnoye, Podolsk district, Moscow region.

His achievements: awarded a Diploma of participation in the Eighth All-Russian Festival of Children and Youth Creativity “I Love You, Russia”, Diploma of Laureate of a regional reading competition dedicated to Mother’s Day; Diploma of the regional drawing competition “Memory and glory are bequeathed to us” (1st place); Diploma of the 2nd Open Interzonal exhibition-competition of students “A.P. Chekhov - the facets of life and creativity” (Grand Prix); Laureate diploma from the International Children's Art Gallery for winning the “Christmas Fantasies” competition; Diploma of awarding a personal scholarship to the Head of the Podolsk municipal district for achievements in the field of culture and art.

In literature, in the 6th grade, students were given an assignment: to compose an epic. This is what Alexander did.

"School epic"

Like at Krasnopakhorskaya school
There was sixth "A" grade,
Neither good nor bad
Yes, no worse than others.

And good fellows studied there,
Good fellows and beautiful girls.
The teachers there are nice women.
All, like mothers, with attention.

And they teach different sciences,
Yes, everyone is strict, fair,
They require knowledge, diligence,
In Rus', so, yes on mother,
Wouldn't mind losing their smart heads.

And Ekaterina, Semenov’s daughter
Teaches us our native language,
To the native language, the Russian language.
So that we are literate people,
People are literate and well-read.

I really want to wish her
Live in health for many years
And teach children to be smart.

Belonozhkin Alexander, 11 years old, 6th grade student of the Krasnopakhorskaya Secondary School, village. Krasnoye, Podolsk district, Moscow region. Head: Kulkova Ekaterina Semenovna, teacher of Russian language and literature of the 1st qualification category, Municipal Educational Institution "Krasnopakhorskaya Secondary School" of the Podolsk district of the Moscow region, village of Krasnaya Pakhra, Podolsk district, Moscow region. Teaching experience 26 years.

Bylina 1
I open my eyes in the morning,
The sun shines through the gap in the curtain.
Oh, I wish I could sleep, take another nap,
Oh, how I want it, don’t wake me up!
But my damn alarm clock
He already called with a loud whistle.
Little Nightingale, he's a robber!

My mother called me like this:
“Get up, Nastyushka, eat breakfast.
Braid your hair as long as a girl.
And go, my light, to the distant school,
To a distant school, three streets away.

You stop at the red traffic light,
And stand at the yellow traffic light,
And when the green light turns on,
Go your own way.
You will bring fives from school,
And you will please your father and mother!”

Bylina 2
It’s not thunder that thunders, it’s not a mosquito that squeaks,
My classmate is silent at the blackboard.
He's twisted, he's standing sadly,
He forgot everything he read yesterday.
A menacing cloud is approaching
heroic shadow of the teacher.
Black eyebrows are knit together,
menacing eyes flash lightning.
“I didn’t learn my lesson,” he tells him, “
Then you’ll get a bad deuce!”
Then my classmate came to his senses
and he prayed and was alarmed:
“Oh my teacher, don’t be angry,
I learned the lesson and retold it.”
He shook his mighty brains,
an afterthought arose.
The story flowed like a river;
Like a nightingale, the class listened.
And the teacher is very happy,
smiles with a white-toothed mouth:
“Oh, you are a nice fellow, our good fellow,
I’ve made you happy, I’ve made you so happy!”

Bylina 3
Once I went to summer camp,
It took us a whole day and night to get to Anapa.
They took us on an excursion to the nature park,
There were many wonderful animals there.
And what kind of animals were there!
The ostrich ran very fast, like Usain Bolt!
The pony galloping there was of the smallest breed.
The monkeys were throwing themselves at people,
They've probably run out of bananas.
We hand-fed the two-humped miracle,
The camel smiled at us for the treat.
The kangaroo there - a beast within a beast - was jumping,
And the peacock's tail fluffed out like a white fan!
The pelican clicked its huge beak,
And that beak could fit as much as half an Auchan!

And then we came to the sea again,
We couldn't believe our eyes what we saw:
There is a wonderful miracle in the sea here,
Dolphins swam right to the shore!
They jumped, frolicked, tumbled,
And the counselors were scared for us,
That dolphins will drag us into the black sea,
Into the black sea, into the deep abyss.
“Oh, kids, get away from the dolphins,
Look at them from afar!”

Having rested, we went home,
The counselors waved their hands to us,
We will definitely return there
Let's swim with dolphins in the Black Sea!

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Old Russian epics are a unique phenomenon in our literature. This genre arose at the dawn of the creation of the Russian state. It reflects all the richness of people's spiritual experience.

It is impossible to accurately date every epic. They developed gradually from ancient times until the end of the Middle Ages. There were two main centers for the emergence of epics: Kiev and Novgorod. The epics were not the creation of one specific person. They consisted of multiple repetitions by different singer-storytellers, who accompanied their stories by playing the harp. This is where the special poetic meter of epics comes from, creating a sense of melodiousness.

The main characters of many Russian epics are heroes who protect ordinary people and their native land. The most popular is Ilya Muromets. The artistic description of the hero depicts him as an incredibly strong and beautiful person (“remote”, “kind”, “glorious”). At the same time, Ilya Muromets is very modest and selfless. Ilya’s actions are always decisive and straightforward; he does not tolerate deception and resourcefulness.

Thus, the epics reflect the moral ideal of ancient Russian man.

Another famous epic character is Mikula Selyaninovich. This is a simple farmer who also has fantastic strength. In this image, the people expressed their ideas about the importance of peasant labor, which underlies the entire Russian land.

In epics, good and evil are always sharply contrasted. A sharp line runs between positive and negative characters.

In the description of characters, their actions and deeds, images of the natural and animal world are often used (“the eyes of a falcon,” “the eyebrows... and the black of a sable”). A mandatory element of the epic is a morality that directly follows from the narrative. The listener should have no doubt about the fairness and inevitability of a happy ending.

Thus, in the conditions of incessant raids of nomads on Russian lands, the need arose for their constant protection. The exploits of individual people formed into generalized images of heroes, who often came from simple peasants. The epics describe the legendary deeds of these people in fairy tale form. The stories of the singer-storytellers were supposed to inspire listeners to defend their independence. They depicted an ideal model of behavior to which one should strive.

Epics are wonderful works of folk art that captivate the reader in our time.

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Epics on any topic, grades 6-7 Collection of epics

1. “Epic about love”

In the glorious city and in E-burg,

Long may the long-lasting school live,

And her number is 154!

The beautiful Polinka studied at that mighty school,

And Anton was in senior class, with cool bangs

They loved each other, but there was an obstacle to them

Rostislav is bad,

And he prevented that Polinka from being together with Anton.

And they decided to fight the bad Rostik,

Yes, he had a nice henchman,

And he had a funny nickname - Curly.

They fought for three days and three nights,

And the bad Rostik won,

But for bad behavior he was kicked out of the mighty school.

And Polinka and Antoshka were reunited!

But our story does not end there, Rostislav

Returned...

He took Polina into a five-story house and into a dark one,

But Polinka had faithful friends: Zhenya and

Nastyushka!

And they saved the beautiful Polina,

And Curly went over to Anton’s side and helped

Catch the bad Rostik.

Finally Polina and Anton stayed together yes

Forever!

2. “Alyosha Potapovich against the Russian mafia”

Not “a long time ago,” but quite recently, Alyosha Potapovich lived in a small village. He lived and did not grieve. I read RAP my Russian. Everyone respected him! But he also had many enemies - the Russian Mafia.

One day, while walking through the forest, he saw terrible poachers, how they stole rare animals! Then Alyosha got angry, he uprooted the tree and scattered the fierce poachers, but left one poacher, asking him for information. And he went to the Russian mafia. On a Ferrari, on his fast one. He took with him only a machine gun and pistols, and sharpened knives. And Alyosha left for the battle.

How Alyoshenka arrived at the terrible place, how fierce shooting began, red blood began to flow. Alexey shot all his terrible enemies. Alyosha saw the red maiden and fell in love with her so much that he married her right away. And this girl was the daughter of our president.

3. “Alyosha Popovich and Koshchei’s crows”

Koshcheev's servants, black crows,

Got into the habit of eating Kyiv bread

Every other day they will swoop in and bite.

And Prince Vladimir sent messengers

To a distant village,

Yes, for Alyosha Popovich,

Like, save us, hero

Yes, from enemy force, and from hunger.

The hero got ready

Into the Kyiv possessions.

The mighty horse jumped

I only got tired twice,

And the big city is already visible.

Alyoshenka lay down to rest and gain strength.

Yes, black crows suddenly flew in,

And then the sun was no longer visible.

The hero woke up, pulled the bowstring

And he started shooting at the crows.

The adversaries got scared and flew away.

And Alyosha Popovich is on his horse and behind them.

They brought the hero to a dark cave on the mountain,

And in the depths, Koschey sits on a bone throne.

He got angry and punished the crows

To attack a Russian hero.

Alyosha Popovich fought back,

Until all the crows came.

Koschey was frightened and ran away from death.

But the hero began to catch up with him,

Yes, shout these words:

“Be afraid, Koschey, you will know

How to plunder Russian land!”

Faster, faster Koschey ran,

Yes, he fell from a high mountain.

Alyosha Popovich went to the city.

They praised him, sat him down at the rich table,

Yes, they fed me the best food,

Yes, they composed a song about him.

4. “Epic about Nikita Dobrynich and the yoke of the Busurman”

Once upon a time he lived in a glorious city,

Yes, in the capital Kyiv-Grad

Bogatyr Nikita Dobrynich.

His mother carried him with difficulty, the earth was damp.

Yes, and Nikita was trained in various literacy.

Once upon a time to Vladimir the Light Prince

Basurmans attacked the capital Kyiv-Grad.

And Nikita and his squad went away.

Prince Vladimir sent a messenger for Nikita.

The messenger galloped faster than a hare from a wolf.

He caught up with Nikita near Mother Volga.

Nikita set off immediately.

Nikita went out into the open field,

Nikita climbed a tall pine tree.

Nikita looked at the besieged city.

He said these words: “Here we will take it by cunning.”

Nikita decided to leave part of the squad in the bushes.

With the other part he went to the infidel.

A fierce battle ensued.

Nikita will wave his sword forward - a street,

To the right is a lane.

Part of the squad was tired - another replaced it.

Nikita won the fight.

The prince came out to him with a bow.

He kissed Nikita on the mouth of Sugar.

The prince arranged a feast for the whole world.

And I was there, drinking honey and beer.

It flowed down my mustache, but didn’t get into my mouth!

5. Bylina “Sergei and Ekaterina”

In the glorious city, and in Kyiv,

Once upon a time, Prince Sergei lived and lived.

And she lived in Murom

A simple beautiful peasant woman Ekaterina.

Sergei once drove around Murom,

I saw Ekaterina and gasped.

Unexpectedly, I fell in love.

We got on the horse and rode off.

Good, beautiful land,

But somehow the sky was twisting.

The prince saw the darkness.

I woke up - neither the horse nor the betrothed.

The Prince of Kyiv returned home on foot,

Time passed, and he forgot.

Five years have passed from there,

Yes, and Sergei heard that in France

Catherine is Monsieur Maxim's betrothed.

But the prince did not recognize her,

But on a glorious horse,

Hastened to France

Congratulate the mother of the bride.

Floats on the blue sea,

Jumps across the damp ground,

Flies past the clouds.

Here is our prince in France.

Sergei immediately hurried to the wedding.

Sergey and Katya saw each other,

We remembered a beautiful love.

But Maxim, seeing the look...

Fight, gathering and darkness.

Sergei was lying around for a month,

Yes, having recovered, he sent his indignations to court:

“Maxim will be burned at the stake.”

And Katya and Sergei lived and lived,

And they gave birth to three children.

6. An epic about a daring young man.

Once upon a time he lived in an old village, and there was a brave hero there. He was a good fellow, he helped and brought everything. But all the uninvited liars attacked the village. And, of course, our daring man mowed down all his enemies like grass. I felt sad after the fight. He decided to find a wife. Prepared for a long journey. He walked through the forest, he walked through the field, he knew that he would find her. He will bring it to the house right away. Going out to the sea, he saw a small village. The people there were gloomy, he understood everything - he was not a fool. In the middle of this village he saw an old castle. And I heard a big cry for help. I immediately got on the elevator, it quickly reached the seventh floor. And I couldn’t believe my eyes that such a miracle existed. He immediately took her to himself. To live like the sun is clear!

7.Epic about Petrusha.

Near the city of Kyiv, there was a village called Krasnoe. In that village lived a peasant Vasily Petrovich, his wife Praskovya Sergevna and his little son Petrusha. The parents are overjoyed - their son is growing by leaps and bounds.

The irrepressible boy scared everyone in the village. I wanted to help everyone, but I had a lot of strength and not enough intelligence.

Father sent Petrusha to church to study. His studies did not last long - the child decided to serve the Russian people faithfully. He bought himself a black horse, stocked up on heroic equipment according to his strength, and went to his parents to ask for a blessing.

The old people were sad - they didn’t want to let their son go, but there was nothing to do. Blessed.

Petrusha saddled his good horse, said goodbye to his father and mother, and rode away from his native village of Krasnoye. To the capital Kyiv city.

He rode through the black forest. People kept saying that 12 robbers lived there, whom no one in the world could defeat.

Petrusha was not afraid of the robbers and entered into a fight with them. He quickly scattered them across the black clearing. He made a cage for the robbers, put them there and took a gift to Prince Vladimir Red Sun.

The hero arrived in the capital city of Kyiv, to the wide royal courtyard. He tied up his good horse and brought a gift to Prince Vladimir. The prince accepted the gift, but he was sad.

“Why are you upset, prince, or what happened?”

“It happened, hero, my beautiful daughter Nastasya was stolen by envious thieves. Damned Tatars."

“I will free her, prince!”

“Oh, let me out. I don't know what to do without her. If you save Nastasya, I will reward you royally. And I’ll give away my daughter.”

“I don’t want, prince, to take a bride for a profitable purpose. I will find you through love."

"Well as you know".

The hero went out to the royal courtyard, untied his good horse and set off on his journey.

Whether it was a long ride or a short one, he came across a Tatar hut. A terrible robber came out of her. Petrusha was not afraid. He threw an arrow at him and hit him right in the heart. Rescued Nastasya from captivity. When I saw the beauty, I fell in love. And Nastasya took a liking to the hero.

They arrived in Kyiv-grad. The king rejoiced at his daughter. He says to Petrusha:

“Ask for whatever you want!”

“I really liked your daughter, I want to marry her.”

“If you want, get married!”

And then there was a feast for the whole world. And I was there, drinking honey and beer. It flowed down my mustache, but didn’t get into my mouth.

8. Radomir.

Somehow in a rich city

Yes in Novgorod

There lived a good fellow

Named Radomir.

He lived as a bean,

Lived from bread to kvass -

No stake, no yard

He didn't have it.

And he went

The sea is blue.

And on the sea

Trouble has happened.

The ships that sailed on the sea

They fell into the depths of the sea.

As Radomir blew, he dispersed the foamy waves,

Freed the merchant ships.

9. Ilya Muromets and the Tatar power.

Oh, and the Tatars are filthy,

We gained strength from the mighty Tatar,

We have gained strength of many thousands..,

Yes, let's go, the filthy Tatars,

A terrible thing for a great thing.

To the prince of Stolnoe-Kyiv,

The filthy Tatars come here

It's a terrible thing to do.

They set up their unclean powerhouse around Kyiv.

Himself, their khan went to Vladimir,

Our Vladimir Stolno-Kyiv was scared...

What filthy Tatars are clamping down...

That the earth is not visible because of their strength!

But Russian heroes know no fear,

They don’t give a damn about the formidable Tatar force

They are not afraid of mortal power!

But they are not eager to fight, they are waiting...

An ambush is being prepared for the power of death...

Meanwhile, the Prince of Stolno-Kyiv

I moved away into the open field...

But suddenly his conscience bit him, stronger than a Tatar cleaver,

It really tormented his whole soul!

AND IT SEEMED THERE WAS NO SALVATION...

But the idea struck him,

You can call for reinforcements

Help Russian heroes!

And he rushed faster than the wind,

Driven by shouts and screams

The whistling of arrows and the clash of swords!

He galloped to the Russian settlement,

Death already reigned there...

Russian on Tatar and Tatar on Russian lay in a lifeless heap...

He gallops to the Russian village, where true heroes grow up!

He knows that in this village the hero Ilya is growing,

And rushes to his hut to beg for help...

Ilyusha opens it for him,

A true hero!

Why did Vladimir come to me, to beg for help?

Oh, yes, asking for your help.

The Tatars surrounded our city,

Great Tatar power.

I'll gather my squad,

And I’ll rush to Kyiv-grad!

He immediately fulfilled his word...

And he gathered a heroic army,

And they moved forward...

They approached the city of Kyiv,

Silence all around. NOT A SOUL...

And they decided to go into the city.

Fire and death reigned in the city.

And there were sounds of celebration.

The Tatar won...

And now he celebrated and robbed,

He desecrated our holy lands!

On the main square they

They drank to their victory.

Ilya decided not to wait, to attack,

To take their strength by surprise!

Just wait a moment and the square will be illuminated with the shine of steel!

In it, together with swearing songs, the arrows will sing,

And our spears and swords remain conversations.

And then that moment happened!

Our people have moved forward!

Having taken the enemy by surprise, our people trapped them in a ring!

We don't have to wait long, our fate is sealed!

By morning Kyiv was liberated.

Ilya is the same one, Muromets is called, that he was born in Murom,

Now he was celebrating his victory,

Vladimir was grateful to him!

10. Epic “About the glorious programmer Ilya and the unclean Silushka”

Like in the glorious Internet network

Silushka moved in, but she was unclean.

Yes, it was not simple, but virtual.

And besides, she is very offended by ordinary people.

And she conceived a dark thought,

The black Duma is bad -

Infect all people on the network

A terrible virus of a fierce malice.

Fierce malice and cruelty,

To raise the human race

And then live happily ever after.

Meanwhile, in one city,

What stands on the Isetyushka river,

May it be called by the glorious name of Catherine,

There lived a simple Russian hero - Ilyushenka.

He was a distant great-nephew

The well-known Ilya Muromets.

Our Ilyushenka was famous for his strength,

But our fellow was not so strong

Waving your fists and daring,

How strong he was to walk through networks

(Not simple networks, but computer ones).

It didn't take long for him to become a programmer -

From childhood, from childhood, I studied diligently.

At first Ilyusha lived with his grandmother

And mastered the wisdom of the computer.

He had enough toys

And he often played “counter-game”,

“Soaked” a lot of all sorts of evil spirits there.

Youth quickly passed carefree,

The college days have flown by.

Then our Ilyusha went to work,

For serious work.

He entered the government service,

He stood guard over the “networks” of his homeland.

One day he was on a secret mission

The very, very highest complexity.

And the good fellow Ilyushenka had to

To cope with the task well,

Meet a red-haired girl online,

They called her Alyonushka.

Although he never saw that girl,

But he liked the brave man,

Conquered the heroic heart

The beauty of your ingenuous soul

And with his inquisitive mind, he’s not up to the task of flying.

A correspondence began between them.

Ilyushin’s “klavka” became red-hot,

When he wrote letters to his sweetheart.

And Alyonushka answered him in kind,

I didn’t skimp on emails.

How the unclean Silushka knew and heard

About such immaculate love,

She realized that as long as

There are still good feelings on Earth,

There won't be any cobwebs for her,

They call it Internetushka.

And the unclean Silushka conceived

Lime the beautiful maiden - Alyonushka,

Infecting her with a terrible virus,

A terrible virus of a fierce malice,

Fierce malice and cruelty.

She sent to the good girl

The letter is dashing and infected.

And the unkind little white one crept in

To e-mail and into the soul of a sweet girl.

She forgot her bright feelings

To the good fellow, light Ilyushenka,

She wrote him a message

Full of fierce anger and coldness.

The heroic heart trembled

From such a hard blow,

From a hard and unexpected blow.

Ilyushenka suspected something was wrong,

I wrote to my lover with the same words

With kindness, affection and tenderness.

Well, without wasting any time,

I began to look for what was wrong.

From my work colleagues

I've heard it more than once

About the unclean evil Silushka,

The Internet was infected with a malware.

He gave himself a heroic word

Find and bring it to light.

The hero hasn’t slept for a month or two now,

Our Ilyushenka has become emaciated and exhausted.

Only the memory of the great ancestor -

The well-known Ilbyu of Muromets -

Helped him in his days of despair

Stay true to your word,

This word is heroic.

It was not easy to cleanse the unclean Silushka.

She is too cunning and dexterous.

She has too many assistants,

Those who can betray Humanity

For the sake of your own little benefit.

But it’s not in vain that good fellow Ilyushenka

I have been mastering granite science for many years.

He overtook that unclean Silushka,

He figured out the secret access code

And the most terrible virus destroyed it.

So the evil machinations collapsed,

The old Alyonushka returned to him again,

And they played a merry wedding.

Well, the unclean Silushka, “with her tail between her legs,”

She escaped from the “network” of the Internet.

She realized that the heroes had not yet disappeared

On a Russian land,

On the land of the Ural!

11. Nice programmer Kiryushenka.

In the glorious city, and in the city of Pskov,

There lived a strong woman, but she was unclean.

Yes, and in this nice city

There lived an Arembish girl.

She had a best friend,

Yes, she gave excellent advice.

And the young man fell in love with a girl,

He worked part-time as a programmer.

If the beauty of that arembishnaya

There is nothing more beautiful, sweeter,

Then the evil strong woman conceived a plan,

Yes, who was called unclean.

How a beauty was stolen from the club,

Vasilisa the beautiful maiden,

Everything was kept locked away from the eyes of strangers,

Everything was hidden from the furious eyes.

Kiryushenka learned about that grief,

This is the one who works as a programmer,

From my friend Vaselisenka,

Who has excellent advice.

Showed me the straight path,

The road is straight, straight.

Suddenly she took Kiryushenka into the room,

Where the cars are parked, and unprecedented ones.

I made my choice, good fellow,

To my liking, I chose Zlata Zaporozhets.

And the friend said to Kiryushenka:

“Well, well done, haven’t you seen anything better?

Collected from all over the world, from all over the world.

There are powerful, heroic ones!”

Let the good fellow repeat to her in response:

“I don’t need cars, not powerful ones,

I don't need heroic cars,

I like my Cossack!”

My friend couldn’t give me any advice,

If this is what our good Kiryushenka is like.

Yes, he went straight on the road,

I’ll follow the straight road.

Silushka saw Zlata Zaporozhets,

Yes, she did not recognize the uninvited guest.

And our nice, good fellow

Without difficulty, without war, he saved the beauty.

Well, silushki, but unclean,

The Russian can't see the land anymore!

Ay, our good Kiryushenka is cunning,

Ay, a beautiful arembish girl!

Let our epic end,

Instructive, amazing...