Додоцкий - Дядя Володя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I had a neighbor on the landing, Uncle Volodya Zhilin. He lived in odnushka opposite, and always, when we came from school or from a walk, he smoked near the stairs, opening the window on the floor. He was then forty -five years old, and maybe sixty already. He was a typical bachelor - sloppy, always hurried somewhere, and in the evenings at the front line sat down. He dropped the keys, closing the door, was timid and absent-minded, and for some reason always lowered his eyes, greeting his neighbors.

Every evening in the kitchen, he sat near the receiver in a T -shirt - in childhood, I often went to him to drink tea and play checkers. He gave me a tape recorder and a guitar, but in return he never demanded anything. Perhaps I was like his son, because he did not have his children. He talked about virgin lands, the Komsomol and about childhood, as they played in bast shoes and lightning. And one day, Uncle Vova suddenly became ill, and he was taken to the hospital.

A week later, I came to bring him fruit and fresh issue of "Evening Moscow", and he lay unconscious and he had two heads. Yes, two heads, two pairs of arms and legs, and two torso .. In general, Uncle Vova crawled into two beds. I wanted to run away, well, I was very scared, but the doctor reassured me - he said the division process is almost over. As I understand it, because of the age, the lack of female attention and the generally unenviable position, the body of Uncle Volodya moved to the program of asexual reproduction. At first he fell into a coma and spent three days in it in a row, and then began to share like a chlamydomonade.

A few days later, what was not before in nature ended, and two new uncles Volodya rose from separate beds. They greeted each other and went to draw up sick leave, to the question of "how to well -being" answered "excellent in chorus." After discharge, one went to work, and the second was sitting at home, listening to the Retro radio; Sometimes they changed, and a month later there were four of them. One salary was not enough for everyone, the development of new professions began, and in the future the number of Uncle Volodya grew exponentially. A year later, they bought our entire entrance - there were already more than two hundred of them, and they performed most of the main works in my area. They unloaded wagons, taught children, traded in stalls and bombed, while others made their way to the district council and drove in official cars. Among them, discontent, hatred and enmity of classes began to grow; Five have already managed to kill their own when I moved to Sasovo. And a year later I read in the newspaper about the start of the civil war, and for two weeks almost all the Uncle Vova were exterminated. Most killed each other, the rest died in skirmishes with the police, only one, the very first one was left, they closed it one hundred and fifth and forbidden to share. I sent him to Mordovia tea and canned food and went a couple of times on dates - he became very old in the area from Chify and poor nutrition. Three years later, in an amnesty, he went out and began to sort out the motors in the garage. This is how ingloriously this rebellion ended against natural selection.