Ode to rest

If there are euros and bucks,

Go to Kusadasi.

Firm Lviv "Accord"

It will take you right away.

Paid everything you need

A tour of Lviv is your reward,

And at 16 - to the station,

Where the bus was already waiting.

All buses amazing

Elegant and beautiful

In appearance - simply incomparable,

And the inside is soft and comfortable.

Here is ours! Funny and embarrassing

After all, it is not visible at all.

At the handsome man under the barrel

He stands silently.

It's someone's bad joke

Not a bus, but a minibus,

short, short,

And inside - cramped, narrow.

In this tin can

We were engaged to the wound,

Pulling your knees up to your faces

We drove abroad.

Tanya's husband lay down on the floor,

And I almost cried from happiness

Legs stretched out in length

He's pretty lucky.

Who folded in half

Who stuck in the corners

The night has passed, the dawn has come

And hello Romania!

The road to Bulgaria was steep

About the “interns” the whole route

To Nessebar this crap

We watched all day.

Here is Nessebar. Guide

Leads us through the town

Temples, shops, houses,

Here is the story itself.

And the village among the Bulgarians -

It's just God's gift.

Dancing, wine on the table

Nestenarsko on the corner.

In the morning we develop agility.

Swim across the Dardanelles

On the ferry at five sharp

We must not be late.

Here is Turkey. Selam!

Smile hello to us

But in the hotel, as luck would have it,

Someone is not lucky.

Our Masha is a cockroach

Cancan danced on the table

Smiled very sweetly

Too bad she didn't appreciate it.

About Pani Emma's pillow

You can write a poem

Like lumps, knots and ghouls

She was blown all night long.

Our Nadia's towel

Someone for fun

Obviously washed the floor.

Well, the people went to us:

No - cockroach "Hello",

And the pillow - "Mil pardon",

Well, here passions rage,

With every sip, a scream and a groan.

Everyone yells as much as they can

Our guide Seryozha went crazy,

Time to ask for water

It's a three-star hotel!

Seryozha's brain swells,

He brought a pillow

Changed the towel

The cockroach sped up.

Shouted and tired

Relax and sleep peacefully.

In the morning, having gained strength,

Someone suddenly spoke up:

“What kind of breakfast? This mixture

Should I, like a horse, eat?

No meat - only grass

(further - the right words) "

Every day - hard-boiled eggs,

It's very hard to keep...

About the owner's face

Don't break that egg.

Bath in Turkey - hammam.

For massages pliz, madam,

And on a marble bed

Seryozha invited us to lie down.

The dark-skinned Turk took a washcloth,

He took off eight skins from the bodies,

With soapy foam was different,

Unfortunately not naked.

Wrapped in a towel

Too bad we didn't see anything.

He crushed our spine with his hand,

And then doused it with water.

We, like crayfish, blushed,

They breathed and sweated.

And in the city bus

All returned home.

At dusk, the city beckons us.

There are forty euros in my pocket,

Even if you don't spit on them,

But you don't get lost at all.

The city is full of torment:

Almost caught by the hand

Miracle Yudo well done,

Remote sellers.

"Come, see, try."

Break free to

We'll lie with three boxes,

Looks like we'll visit them tomorrow.

The days flew by, the days flickered

We entertained each other

An hour to the beach, an hour back

Miracle vacation, just hell!

On a sea boat

Sailing to the islands in the morning

Maybe by the sheer cliffs

Someone would dive.

Waves rocked the boat

We can't moor to the shore

An icy wind blows

Something to take home!

There is nothing more beautiful on earth

Places than Pamukkale.

lime precipitation

In a chaotic mess

form travertine,

And the ancient ruins

What are beautiful now

Enchant us.

Another miracle of miracles -

The ancient city of Ephesus.

Celsius library -

The labor and genius of man,

And the underpass

Leads straight to the girls

Roman toilets

Forty butts will be accepted immediately.

Many arches and gates

Aqueduct - plumbing

And a theater for a thousand seats

We don't get tired of looking.

Herostratus lived in Ephesus,

Straight up fucking degenerate.

He burned the temple of Artemis

Leaving only stumps for us.

On the road again. Road to Istanbul

little by little getting used to

We are in our minibus,

Well, let's wait a couple of days.

All religions Istanbul

Like a magnet attracted:

There is a temple for the Orthodox,

And a mosque for Muslims.

Here is a pilgrim and a tourist,

With sidelocks Jehovist,

There are bazaars and palaces,

Here goods and merchants.

Overnight at the hotel and again

We count kilometers

Us from these wonderful places

The path lies towards Bucharest.

Throw through Bulgaria

Only an hour in Bucharest

Those who created this route,

The hell is already waiting.

Again the hotel, and in the morning on the road,

You need to wrap in castles,

They are many, many years

Strike white light.

Bran Castle you will see right away,

It is associated with the myth of Dracula,

The count was cruel and evil,

The castle was his prison.

Peles Castle is a miracle

Here and furniture, and utensils,

And carpets and tapestries

Decorate floors and walls.

Here are axes and knives,

Here carving and stained glass,

Throne and royal bed...

(I can't describe everything)

Again moving at night,

If you want, cry, if you want, sing.

Legs have nowhere to go

It's hard to sleep on the bus.

Here Valera got up from the chair,

I got the ceiling with my nose,

And Vitalik is like a grasshopper:

Where there are knees, there are shoulders.

The chairs are cramped for ladies,

Ladies sitting dreaming

About wide saddles,

Under the backs of the pillows.

Our guide - guide Seryozha -

Tied up in a knot too

He's not at all to blame

Which is so embarrassing for everyone.

Well Serezha - he is not God,

He tried his best:

Settled, drove, fed,

Sparing no effort.

We don't blame him.

That in the "Accord" someone is crazy.

Night, road, darkness.

We all have a dream

To anyone "Accord"

Cleaned something ... (face)

That's all, the end of the voyage,

It's a pity to part even.

This rest, so to speak,

We will remember for a long time.

Emma - Zaremba.

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