To the death of a modem
The modem died ... Silent on the spot.
A click of the relay - and that’s it, it’s ready ...
I don’t receive news,
I don’t hear the “Bizi” I beeps.
I do not stay in the evenings,
To call BBS,
And terminal programs
Do not arouse interest.
You were more than a device to me,
Though at times you were strange,
And it bothered me ...
But still, I loved you.
As a souvenir,
only an old manual remained .
Three times, I remember, I tried,
But I didn’t finish it to the end.
I
can’t test your innocent joke “connection bridge”
And
don’t throw you on the wall in a dazed mind .
You wink with a cat's eye
Green bulbs of their own,
I will not call you a plague - Forever your speaker has died down.
I’ll go to the authorities and passionately I
’ll ask for money for Zuksel.
And, sad and unhappy,
I’ll write about the death of the modem.
taken from fitt.ru , ingenious, imho
A click of the relay - and that’s it, it’s ready ...
I don’t receive news,
I don’t hear the “Bizi” I beeps.
I do not stay in the evenings,
To call BBS,
And terminal programs
Do not arouse interest.
You were more than a device to me,
Though at times you were strange,
And it bothered me ...
But still, I loved you.
As a souvenir,
only an old manual remained .
Three times, I remember, I tried,
But I didn’t finish it to the end.
I
can’t test your innocent joke “connection bridge”
And
don’t throw you on the wall in a dazed mind .
You wink with a cat's eye
Green bulbs of their own,
I will not call you a plague - Forever your speaker has died down.
I’ll go to the authorities and passionately I
’ll ask for money for Zuksel.
And, sad and unhappy,
I’ll write about the death of the modem.
taken from fitt.ru , ingenious, imho