Fear the Jabberwock, son!
He's so wirlep and wild
And in the thick of it a giant growls -
Vile Bandersnap!

But he took the sword, and he took the shield,
Full of high thoughts.
His path lies in the wilderness
Under the Tumtum tree.

He stood under a tree and waits
And suddenly thunder rumbled -
The terrible Jabberwock flies
And blazes with fire!

One or two! One or two! The grass is burning
Vz-vz - shears the sword,
Uva! Uva! And the head
Dumbbells from the shoulders!

Oh my shining boy?
You won the battle!
Brave hero
I sing praise to you! etc. ...

All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came wiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through, and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
A frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

APPLICATION.

WALRUS AND CARPENTER

The sun was shining in the sky
It was shining with all its might,
The sea surface was bright,
Like a mirror exactly
Which is very strange - because then
It was a dead night.

And the displeased moon
Swam over the abyss of waters
And she said, "What nonsense
To shine out of your turn?
And day is not day, and night is not night,
The opposite is true. "

And the sand was dry like dry land,
The water was wet.
You wouldn't see the stars in the sky -
They were not there then.
The bird did not sing over the nest -
There was no nest.

But the Walrus and the Carpenter on this night
Let's go to the shore
And they wept bitterly,
Looking at the sand:
- Ah, if only someone would remove
All this rubbish could!

- When would the servant, taking a broom,
Worked until dark
Could sweep the sand
For the whole day she?
- Oh, if only I knew! - the Walrus cried. -
The problem is so hard!

- Oh, Oysters! Come to us, -
He pleaded in anguish. -
And take a walk and chat
Nice on the sand.
We will be with you until the morning
Wander hand in hand.

But Oysters of advanced age
They did not come up to the call.
Why leave for wanderings
The country of your fathers?
After all, you can at home in silence
Live in the end.

And keep the young Oysters
What kind of mortal could?
They are in smart shoes
Come out onto the sand.
Which is very strange - because they have
There is no trace of legs.

And after washing my hands and face
With cool water
They rush, they crawl
One followed by another
For the Carpenter and the Walrus
A merry crowd.

And the Walrus and the Carpenter walked and walked
An hour or two in a row
Then sat on a rock
Among the steep masses
And Oysters - one and all -
They stood in a row before them.

And the Walrus said: "The time has come
Think about business:
About shoes and sealing wax,
Cabbage, kings,
And why, like soup in a cauldron,
The water is boiling in the seas. "

Oysters pleaded: "Wait!
Give us a break!
We are all bbw, and for us
The path was very difficult. "
- Sit down, - the Carpenter answered, -
We'll make it sometime.

- We need bread, - said the Walrus, -
And greens for a side dish.
And also vinegar and lemon,
And certainly cheese
And if you don't mind then
Let's start our humble feast.

- Oh, are we really for you
No more than food
Although you were so kind
By inviting us here!
And the Walrus replied: "How shiny
Evening Star!

I am very glad that you came
To this desolate land.
You are so tender under vinegar -
Choose any one. "
And the Carpenter said: "Hurry
Give me the mustard! "

- My friend, make them hurry
By no means should we.
Having traveled such a hard way
They are tired.
- With lemon. - The carpenter answered. -
They are not so tasty.

- I am so sorry for you, - the Walrus cried.
And pulled out a handkerchief, -
What I can’t hold
A stream of combustible tears.
And two heavy tears
Rolled down on the sand.

And the Carpenter said: "Well
We walked at night.
Probably the Oysters want
Go to your home? "
But they were silent, since their
All were eaten to one.

SONG OF THE INSANE GARDENER

It seemed to him - on the pipe
He saw the Elephant.
He looked - it was a cap,
What the wife embroidered.
And he said, "This is my first time
I learned how difficult life is. "

It seemed to him - on the closet
Peacock flaunts.
He looked closely - it was
Sisters Daughters-in-law Son.
And he said, "How good,
That I'm not alone here. "

It seemed to him - about poetry
Deer spoke to him.
He looked closely - it was
The day before yesterday.
And he said, "I'm so sorry
That he is silent as a stump. "

It seemed to him - Young Clerk
Walking down the street.
He looked closely - it was
Not a Clerk, but a Behemoth.
He said: "Call him for tea -
Quite a lot of expense. "

It seemed to him - Kangaroo
Plays dominoes.
He looked closely - it was
Japanese woman in kimono.
"Go to sleep," he told her, "
It's getting dark. "

It seemed to him - Albatross
I flew around the candle.
He looked closer - over the candle
The Integral was spinning.
"Well then," he said, and sighed.
I was expecting this. "

It seemed to him - in front of him
Four Horses.
He looked closely - it was
Green Celery.
"Like this," he said, "and always
Happens to people. "

It seemed to him that in the corner
There is a Bunch of Grass.
He looked closely - it was
Bear without a head.
He said: "Poor, poor beast!
He is waiting for food. Alas!"

It seemed to him - papal San
The Spore appropriated himself.
He looked closely - it was
Plain Roquefort Cheese.
And he said: worse than trouble
I didn’t know until now.

Mad Gardener's Song 2.

He thought - in front of him is the Giraffe,
Lotto player;
I rubbed my eyes, and in front of him -
On Coat Hangers.
“Nowhere in the world,” he sighed, “
Nobody is waiting for me! "

He thought - in a frying pan
Ready-made Cod;
I rubbed my eyes, and in front of him -
Spruce Board.
“Longing,” he whispered, sobbing, “
Wherever you look, longing! "

He thought that on the ceiling
The Big Spider is sitting;
I rubbed my eyes, and in front of him -
The Solution to All Sciences;
Teaching, he thought,
Not worth the torment! "

He thought he was circling above him
Mighty Albatross;
I rubbed my eyes, and it was
Financial Question,
"Peck the peas," he said, "
I feel sorry for you to tears! "

He thought he was waiting
Carriage at the Doors;
He rubbed his eyes, and in front of him - Six Cards without trump cards,
“How strange,” he said, “
That I am not the king of beasts! "

He thought - he was going
Ferocious Rhino;
I rubbed my eyes, and in front of him -
With Potion Vial.
“Much tastier,” he thought, “
There was grandma's pie! "

He thought - the student is jumping
On the bus on the go;
I rubbed my eyes, and it was
Crested Cockatoo,
“Be careful! - he shouted, -
Don't get in trouble "

He thought - in front of him is a Donkey
Plays the trumpet;
I rubbed my eyes, and in front of him -
The poster on the Pillar.
“It's time for a lady, - he thought, -
The weather is so-so! "

He thought - before him is a Wreath
Greatness and victory;
I rubbed my eyes, and it was
Without leg Stool.
"Everything is over! He exclaimed. -
There is no more hope! "

Lewis Carroll
Translated by G. Kruzhkov

APPENDIX 2

Dried herring CHARLES KROU (1842 - 1888)

Have you seen a white wall - empty, empty, empty?
Have you not seen the stairs near - high, high, high?
A herring lay there close by - dry, dry, dry ...
The master came there, and the hands were dirty, dirty, dirty.
He brought his hammer and his hook - like an awl, like an awl, like an awl ...
He also brought a bundle of twine - such, such, such.
The master climbs the stairs - high, high, high,
And he drives a sharp hook - yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
He drove him high into the wall - empty, empty, empty;
He drove in and throws the hammer - fly, they say, fly, they say, fly, they say!
And he knits a string on a hook - longer, longer, longer,
On the tip of the twine, herring is dry, dry, dry.
And the master climbs down the stairs - high, high, high,
And the hammer carries away with it - heavy, heavy, heavy,
It is not known where, but only - far, far, far away.
From then until these herring - dry, dry, dry,
At the tip of the string itself - on a long, on a long, on a long,
Sways quietly so that it sways forever - sway, sway, sway ...
I composed this story - simple, simple, simple,
So that important people, after listening, get angry, angry, angry.
And to amuse kids like that ... and less ... and less ...

Jabberwock
translation by D. Orlovskaya
It was boiling. Slinky shorts
Dug along the nave,
And the zelyuk grunts,
Like muzyki in mov.

Fear the Jabberwock, son!
He's so swirling and wild
And in the depths the giant is roaring -
Spiteful Bandaschin.

But he took the sword, and he took the shield,
Full of high thoughts.
His path lies in the wilderness
Under the Tumtum tree.

He stood under a tree and waits
And suddenly thunder rumbled -
The terrible Jabberwock flies
And blazes with fire!

One-two, one-two! The grass is burning
Vz-vz - shears the sword,
Uva! Uva! And the head
Drumming off the shoulders.

Oh my shining boy!
You won the battle!
Brave hero
I sing praise to you!

It was boiling. Slinky shorts
Dug along the nave,
And the zelyuk grunts,
Like muzyki in mov.

Verlioka
Shchepkina-Kupernik translation

The greenbacks gurgled at times.

- "Dear son, Verlioki run like fire,
Fear the grasping claws and teeth!
Fear the Yub-Yub bird and listen to me:
The Drakolov are indomitable. "

Then he took out the burlat sword from its scabbard,
But still he could not wait for the enemy:
And immersed in his deepest thought,
I lay down under the branches of Tum-Tum.

And while he indulged in his thoughts,
Verlioka is suddenly out of the woods - shast!
From watching it - heat, from breathing it - smoke,
And puffing, the mouth bursts open.

One and two! One and two! .. Okrovilas "grass ...
He stabbed Verlioka with his sword.
He lies inanimate ... and with his head
In haste, he flew at a gallop.

- "Son, you ruined evil, killed Verlioku!
Embrace me - the feat is accomplished.
My Shiny, praise! .. Urla-paw! Kur-la-la! .. "
He bellowed for joy ...

It was soup. Spinning round and round on the ground
Gummy goats, a scratchy swarm.
Quietly, the flock of misiks was sad in the gloom.
The greenbacks gurgled at times.

Tarbomoshki
translation by A. Shcherbakov (?)
According to unverified data, from the translation of "Alice", published in the magazine "Koster" in the late 60s or early 70s. If you have more precise information, please let me know!
Razgren. Nimble hameyki
Drill through all the grass.
Ayyayayut squirts
Under the speedy rychis horror.

My son, fear Tarbormot!
He is claw, fang and fierce.
Don't go through the swamp:
Tsapchiks live there!

He takes a sharp sword in his hands,
Runs into the forest ravine
And in the ravine at the root
Waiting for the enemy to come.

Standing pensively
He waits, and behold,
Burvorcha, wanders through the thicket
Flame-eyed Tarbormot.

How he will shout! The sword giggles -
The head is flying away!
With her armpit, he skipping
Returns home.

Winner of Tarbormoth!
Let me kiss you!
Urrobravo! Priveslava! -
Father says to him.

Razgren. Nimble hameyki
Drill through all the grass.
Ayyayayut squirts
Under the speedy rychis horror.

* * *
translation by Vl. Eagle
Sparkled ... Bustling Syudy
They volunteered at the divorced.
Grapes were shaking in a puddle,
And the hook began to roar.

"You are afraid of Umzara, my son!
Don't you dare look for his traces.
And remember: don't go alone
Catch Gossip Snakes! "

Your miracle-edged sword
He took it and moved forward,
But - full of doom - he's under the Zoom-Zoom
Sprawling goes.

And so, while he was fast asleep,
Fiery Umzar appeared,
And he attacked Rybtsar:
Can you hear the ringing howl?

Yes, the wonder-sharp sword
Stronger than Umzar a hundred times!
The beast is shaved, the hero is in a hurry,
He hurries back arrogantly.

"I raved about him, Old Man!
Let me hug you! "-
"This is the hour, this is the moment!" -
The father told him.

Sparkled ... Bustling Syudy
They volunteered at the divorced.
Grapes were shaking in a puddle,
And the hook began to roar.

Glukhomorr
translation by Bulba Camorra
Lobza and cousin were rebuilt,
And babeka kuravila a whining stop
With the stirring leaves of ibn-kherosene.

"Beware of Glukhomorr of Morra, my zai,
He's more dangerous than a hundred Villainous! "
But, disobeying her, say: "Derezai!"
Maminzai Veliput Zuparakov.

He put on a holoshell and unleashed it in horror,
With a sparkling sparkle,
But he sank onto the blooming tivan to lie down
Under the spreading stump of Tugorepa.

Then he appeared to him, a formidable protruding navel,
Through the twilight of ti-windi-wan
Vile hav duyudud, Glukhomorr-hulahup,
The animals are howling like a crane.

Pyr-to-holes! speck-to-holes! - the sparkle sparkles,
Glukhomorr will flee to Zimorak,
But he caught up and cut him off with an evil talker
Maminzai Veliput Zuparakov.

"Did you beat Glukhomorr of Morra, Masher?
Wali-watz! Hayley Way! Ay-lyuli!
We will forever nail into the mighty floor lamp,
As a monster overcame. "

Spruce tree stumps loosened from the flutter,
Lobza and cousin were rebuilt,
And babeka kuravila a whining stop
With the stirring leaves of ibn-kherosene.

Incineration
translation by Bulba Camorra
A shimmer fell from the sky
To the pretty ground
The pelicancan was in the forest,
And she did the darkness.

"You are in Kuroles neidi, kid!
There the serpent Withers roams,
Tigger Ktot Kishmyakishmysh
And Pterotzapellin! "

But he took a sharp pi-rampage,
And the cribble-rake, and the pull-up,
And got up, immersed in thought,
Under cruciferous graps.

And so, while he stood there,
From shishel-mice, from elin,
Making fire from the gaping,
Ispelin flies.

Zipper! - pi-rash, badah! - pull-up,
And krible-rake booms and krak!
Glavets is cut off - and collapse.
The formidable enemy has been defeated.

"Have you defeated the Forest Evil?
O brave son! Oh, glorious moment!
Halva to you! Cali! Kahlo! "-
The old man was seething.

A shimmer fell from the sky
To the pretty ground
The pelicancan was in the forest,
And she did the darkness.

Gmyr
translation by S. Sergeev
It was hard. Refractory smav
Flowed down the pipe
Morels galloped by the ditches,
The pimple has come out on the lip.

Sonny, Gmyr lives behind the forest,
He is smelly and sinister!
And if you go to the forest, it will devour you
Encephalitis tick.

But he took the repellent tank,
He took a sword, shoe and hose.
And he backed away like a cancer in the forest,
Crawled under the oak like a tank.

But he was discovered, and now
Already Gmyr is flying to him!
And, half-eaten, a sandwich
Climbs out of orbits.

But he hit with a shoe
On Gmyr's jaw!
And the one with a spattered bag
I drooped by the lantern.

And now our hero is creeping,
Whistling like a cockatoo
Home with victory, and carries
A tick in your bottom.

So, did you hit Gmyr in the jaw?
And got a tick in your pants?
I'm burning with joy,
You are my son, boob!

It was hard. Refractory smav
Flowed down the pipe
Morels galloped by the ditches,
The pimple has come out on the lip.

Gryzlik
translation by S. Ivanova, she is dejavue
Smoke the forest, and the wisuns
They giggled at the knocks.
And the splendors rejected
In their keen eyes.

"Do not dash in the wilderness, my son!
There Gryzlik and Puzon
They mock the suffering fellows,
Howling like Kobzon.

But he took Moischera and Vip,
And zakryvak, and metz:
Let Gryzlik not sleep there in Tumga,
Foreseeing the end.

And he quietly slipped into the forest,
And it stands attentively.
But you can hear dry crackling and hum -
That Gryzlik itches.

And the metz chimed, and jumped,
And he plunged into a yawn.
The animal rested in the fog,
Having lost your leader!

"My spirited son! My Heracacles!
You have won and you are alive!
We will enrich you for centuries
So that Zhivchik is shy. "

Smoke the forest, and the wisuns
They chimed in at knocks,
And the splendors rejected
In their cruel eyes.

Koshkar
translation by Konstantin Sokolov
I became distraught. The creature knoch,
In the herbs hid a zear
And little stars, a milky flourish
Darkflying, giving peace ...

"Son, everyone is afraid of the night,
The dull darkness is hostile
And he will not screw up his eyes
Anyone who values ​​life. "

But, I'm not afraid of danger,
Unafraid of the dark
Armed with labor of the day,
He went to the soldiers to rip their tails.

All of a sudden! Somnega perfumed
From toe to mouth, getting used to the blanket,
Oh! Dobrun Koshkar dreamed
Dear friend of shy years.

Once! Koshkar, embarrassed by the rebuff,
He fired the tenderness of darkness.
Two! Carried away by a terrible argument
Koshkar did not save the chapter.

"Nice boy, sleep well,
The evil Koshkar will not return.
You are worthy of laziness
I saved my dreams from new welds! "

I became distressed. The branch knocked
In the herbs hid a zear
And little stars, a milky flourish
Darkflying, giving peace ...

Mutter
translation by S. Sklovsky

"The reeds rustled, the trees bent ..."
(popular song)

It was a shiny and slimy game

"Fear the terrible mutter, son,
His tenacious paws, predatory biting fangs!
Fear the Zubjub bird ... if only you could
Avoid Ragging Burdock Shackles! "

He took his sharpened sword in his hand,
In gullies with ravines, the enemy prowled ...
Tired, I decided to lie down under a tree,
Relax and think for a while.

But, unexpectedly interrupting this process,
The fire-eyed muttering headlong swooped down.
The reed forest bent like an arc
And under him he muttered and cracked and groaned ...

One, two! One, two! Through the howl and through the heat of the fire
The insatiable blade crumbles into a salad ...
The enemy is dead and withered, and with his head
Leap-leap he galloped back.

"Has the Mumbler finally been killed?
Let me hug you, my radiant baby!
Oh, wonderful day! "- he laughed at the doctor ...
And in response, the reeds happily echoed him.

He himself was shiny and slimy games,
He either sneaked sideways, then spun around,
And smelly teasers like filthy flies
Dispersed in the morning in the garden with a butterfly net.

Ghoul
translation without signature
It was getting dark. Languid beetles
They flew, ringing in the air.
The cicadas were singing, the spiders
Weaved the snares of the day.

Oh, fear the Ghoul, son,
His fangs, his claws,
Oh, fear the birds Necrophilin,
Other night animals!

But the son drew his sword from its scabbard
And galloped towards the darkness,
Trembling with anticipation of meeting
In a jail running versts.

He stood under the Oak and waited nervously ...
From the thicket a Ghoul arose -
His whole face was ablaze with fire
And blood hunger for the tongue.

One or two! One or two! There, here!
A hot sword flashes like a swift!
The beast fell, and the head of the undead
Tied to lie back.

Oh god, is Ghoul defeated?
Give me a hug, son!
Oh joy! We were so afraid! ..
He didn't know what to say.

It was getting dark. Languid beetles
They flew, ringing in the air.
The cicadas were singing, the spiders
Weaved the snares of the day.

Korchubey
translation by D. Manin
In the poison of a blue forest,
And the gnats hokusal gnawingly.

"Dear son, bearded and vicious Korchubey,
And its snowstorm is impenetrable.
And Bird Tooth is not quite a sparrow -
A gulp of imagination. "

He bowed his head over his damask,
Then I started off.
Three soutines walked and Malevich was tired
And lay down under the Dubuk to breathe.

He lay, rocker, among the wrinkled trees,
Suddenly, the chase of the muddies is overshadowed,
The wolf-disgraceful and rogue, the chief leader is Korchubey,
Sharmanya, comb, flounder.

Once! - the hero jumps up, two! - his damask
Squeaks butt, and - bang! -
The villain has collapsed to the ground, and he is younger
Flashes the chapter and paragraph.

"You rushed home with such victory,
My super son, hip-hyper-hurray! "
"Oh-la-la! Oh-lyuli!" - was heard in the distance, -
Hali-gali they are until morning.

It turned black. Plugin snakes
In the poison of a blue forest,
Two little arrows sticking out their heels,
And the gnats hokusal gnawingly.

Pakid
translation by Sonya Gantman
Hashuhilos. The shahor was thickened,
Yareach kohavil.
Bright Zerubavly choir
Khatulil and klavil.

You are not mischach with Pakid, ben,
He is Sakana, Pakid.
How an evil bituach is dry
Wearsheets and peat.

Do not try to do tsaads
To his niyar hell!
But he, Gibor, is strong as a dov,
Already in a hurry to the misrad.

Hikivshi tor almost hell kan,
The door kicks in
And there - Pakid! Safam, zakan -
Mabatom is a beast of prey.

Akhat and shteim! Ishur under your breath,
And in the ears - diburim.
And Pakid fell. And tofes carried,
We fix it with a gun.

I bring you all my kavod,
My amic Gibor,
Nitsahnul you mas ahnasu,
Pakida with medina!

Hashuhilos. The shahor was thickened,
Yareach kohavil.
Bright Zerubavly choir
Khatulil and klavil.

(see also explanations for
who want to spoil the experience)

Burimor
translated by M-ka (based on favorite burimes)
It was happening. Mingrel was in pain
King Kong played hockey
Kurlocephalus sniffed in a dream,
The integral snarled.

"Terrible is the ardent Burimor,
Oh, my Innocent Tiny, -
The fence has withered from his lines,
The humpbacked lizard is dead! "

He took a titanium harpoon
Saddled the camel,
At the tree of Cha, stern and young,
He stood in thought.

Suddenly - from the forest right through,
Holding takes like a shield,
Like a rocker, at an angle
The enemy flies to the Crumb.

Hit! Yet! I beat it point-blank
Harpoon over and over again
And Burimor fell to the ground,
Ringing like a copper basin.

"You Burimora - R-R-R and KLYA ?!
Oh good news!
Look - there are monograms in the sky
Your honor is in yours! "

It was happening. Mingrel was in pain
King Kong played hockey
Kurlocephalus sniffed in a dream,
The integral snarled.

Poltoraki
translation by Bellingshausen I. Lazarev

"Innokenty! Do not drink this muck forever,
The fun will turn into disaster.
You will become bald like a hot mountain abrek,
With a beard that has been faithful for centuries! "

But - alas! - Innokenty is alien to doubts,
Gripping the spoon tightly by the leg,
Under the plane tree, tea, this valiant husband blows
Cider, cognac, aperitif.

Suddenly, suddenly, in the midst of beer vapors,
With delight corny growling,
One and a half bears ten crayfish
And, secretly, one and a half bricks.

Twenty two! Thirty eight! Seventeen! And so,
Grabbing my stomach, I fell,
Laughing, Poltoraki is such a joke
Innokenty - oh, master! - called.

"Innokenty, comrade, upstairs, in places,
Your anecdote will be remembered for centuries! "
Uzbekistan applauds the warrior,
Two wreaths from Texas peizans.

Late evening. The grasshopper chirps in the bushes,
Black Raven hangs with a star.
Having conquered pride, doubt and fear,
Innokenty drinks tea with mignonette.

Lukomor
translation of Koshalo Meauchenny

Sweetened to the lover of the cicatcher,
overdrew boschu endurance

Lukomorye froze,
Oak gold numbed,
And unboundly mowed
He wandered, surrounded by foliage.

"My snook! Strive for Lukomor!
And teasing clever beasts!
There Chertomor is freezing out
And with him threeteen friends! "

But he rose up screamingly
And ujunglobbed against dres.
And under the branching tanceul
I put it on for a long time.

He didn’t shake it up indifferently:
Due to intertwined willows
The hygromous heat flashed like a fire
And Lukomora let out a roar.

But shredding the whip,
He pierced Lukomor's shkrud
And, shaking the beast with a trumpet,
I hurried to the ancestor again.

"Istel you drilled Lukomor?
A long-awaited moment!
Salt, my son, my othora! "
Cedric rejoiced Torjbu.

Lukomorye froze,
Oak gold numbed,
And unboundly mowed
He wandered, surrounded by foliage.