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THREE GIRLS IN THE EVENING
Gathered at a friend's house:
flipped through the catalog
They drank cola, cognac.
Broke down, dreamed,
Slowly got mad...
One girl says:
- If I met the prince,
I would tell him for all things -
The boy has given birth!
But first - a fur coat, a wheelbarrow,
Well, and a dacha on Rublyovka!
Her friend replied:
“It’s like you fell from an oak tree!”
Today the princes are not honored,
It is necessary to pasture the "daddy"!
So that the "beaver" was with gray hair,
Single to il widow,
To keep the bank solid,
To enter the elite club!
If I got one like this
I would have thrown a feast with a mountain!
So that in the evening the wife,
And in the morning, a widow!
The third girl got up:
- So girls, it's not good!
And there will be no use in life
Without love, but by calculation!
Let not the prince of elite blood,
Yes, and not a "beaver" solid!
If only to believe and love,
And he valued his family!
The two friends laughed
The third fool was called.
Sit and laugh...
Well, they broke up for the time being.
Five years have passed since
How did that conversation go?
And by pike command
Ile fate favor
Friends met again
Well, they stayed to chat.
The first girl says:
- I wanted, a fool, a prince!
There is a fur coat, there is a wheelbarrow,
There is also a dacha on Rublyovka.
Only I'm at that dacha
As if in a golden cage!
No friends, no girlfriends
A crowd of guards around!
I'm bored day by day
This cage is golden!
- Yes, yes, - the second answered,
- If I ever knew
What is the scariest thing in the world
Be responsible for the life of the "beaver"!
He promised me mountains of gold
And slipped two contracts
By which believe do not believe
I'll fly naked out the door!
And now even a wolf howl -
God forbid I become a widow!
The third girl said:
- Yes, it’s not sweet for you, sisters!
My Vanyusha is not like that -
Working and simple.
People are highly respected
We have a son and a daughter.
We live in our house
And we do business together!
Here it is, light in sight
Together with my daughter and son.
Well, friends, I have to go!
You, no fluff, no feather!
She gave her hand to her husband
She hugged her son and daughter,
Got in a white Mercedes
Here is the end of the story!
A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it,
A lesson for young offspring!
We remind you again and again:
HAPPINESS WHERE THERE IS LOVE!