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Владимир Маяковский

АМЕРИКАНСКИЕ РУССКИЕ (1926)

Петров Капланом за пуговицу пойман. Штаны заплатаны, как балканская карта. «Я вам, сэр, назначаю апойнтман. Вы знаете, кажется, мой апартман?

Тудой пройдете четыре блока, потом сюдой дадите крен. А если стриткара набита, около можете взять подземный трен.

Возьмите

с меняньем пересядки тикет

и прите спокойно,

будто в телеге.

Слезайте на корнере

у дроге ликет,

а мне уж

и пинту

принес бутлегер…»

A CLOCKWORK ORANGE (1962)

Anthony Burgess

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'What's it going to be, eh?'

There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, George, and Dim, Dim being really dim, and we sat in the Korova milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening,a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry. The Korova milkbar was a milk-plus mesto, and you may, О my brothers, have forgotten what these mestos were like, things changing so skorry these days and everybody very quick to forget, newspapers not being read much neither. Well, what they sold there was milk plus something else. They had no license for selling liquor, but there was no law yet against prodding some of the new veshches which they used to put into the old moloko, so you could peet it with velocet or synthemesc, drencrom or one or two other veshches which would give you a nice quiet horrorshow fifteen minutes admiring Bog and All His Holy Angels and Saints in your left shoe with lights bursting all over your mozg. (...)