Morning rhyming words

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The morning was damp, dank and grey. The city, wrapped in mist, was filling up, watching the last dreams, trembling roofs of houses under the autumn slushy drizzle. The first milkmaids had not yet entered the cobbled streets, the guards at the city gates had not yet changed, and the violinist Elohim was already on his feet. The daily two-hour journey to the gloomy, gray stone, the structure reserved for the needs of the Order, Elohim did on foot. He was already in his sixties, and morning exercise was necessary to maintain health. In addition, Elohim composed the best, most powerful verses precisely in the morning hours. However, that was a long time ago, even during the life of the violinist Edgar. Then Elohim was just a young poet, he did not dare to dream that he would take his place after the death of Edgar, head the Order and become the second person in the country after the king.

Elohim, having crossed a dozen crooked narrow lanes, finally came to the city park, went deep into it and soon reached a pond overgrown with lilies and water lilies. The arbitrator stopped, he always stopped at this place. The pond was his act, done overnight, impromptu, the king himself applauded him then and bestowed the Order of Dactyl, the first of the five Orders of Size.

Elohim stood for a couple of minutes, admiring the persecution, then moved on. He reached the building of the Order when the morning fog had already dissipated and vanished, and the City woke up and called to one another with might and main in human voices.

At the entrance to the building, Elohim stopped and bowed his head. Here, a brass tablet with Edgar's verse inscribed on it was embedded in the wall. Thus, the famous, who averted the pestilence that struck the country.

when the plague is inevitable MOR

and in each courtyard, and in each courtyard

was unwanted, like a thief,

carrying an unheard of grief ...

when trouble is , which is not worse,

The houses penetrated through the door gaps,

and all the dimly habitual star light,

All the deaf and sadder of bird trills . ..

when they fly, clouds 9000

and the sky is crimson before sunset,

and the indifferent hand of death

grabs every second...

0019 and the violins and horns fell silent...

I ordered trouble: "Stop!"

And I sing the end of the plague times,

the end of trouble under our every shelter.

Let any sick person be healed,

A healthy person will remain healthy! –

Elohim read it again, although he knew the verse by heart.

He opened the heavy carved door, entered and went up the spiral staircase to the second floor, to the office.

Ermil the verse-maker, a lean, fit, swarthy, handsome man with black curly hair falling over his high forehead, was already there.

– A man came to us, a violinist, – reported Ermil, – has been waiting since yesterday. His name is Elam.

– What does this Elam want from us?

- I asked him the same question, narrator.

– So what?

- He said that he wanted to pass the exam for the competition.

– Is that so? The clerk raised his eyebrows in surprise. – I did not see the name Elam in the list of graduates of the Academy.

– No wonder, – the poet Ermil smiled. He didn't graduate from the Academy. He did not finish anything at all and had never heard of the art of verse composition. He is from the provinces, from somewhere in the hinterland, and he looks like a real redneck.

* * *

– So you want to pass the examination of the Order, – Elohim thoughtfully examined the visitor. He was lanky and awkward. Uncombed, dreaming of a barber's scissors, hair the color of withered straw reached her shoulders. A battered velor camisole, frayed at the elbows and shiny with fat in the collar, fastened with two buttons. The trousers are darned at the knees. Shoes ... Elohim could hardly contain his laughter: such shoes, bent under the horn of a rhinoceros, were worn in the time of his great-grandfather. Elohim cleared his throat. “Do you know,” he continued, “that far from everyone is given to become a poet? Many have tried to overcome this path, but only a few have even reached the middle of it, and only a few have reached the end. And they have been going this way for years. Painstakingly studying the laws of verse formation, honing rhyme, improving technique and style. Until the words put together acquired the power to accomplish deeds. What do you say, Elam from the province?

– Elam lowered his head and remained silent for a minute, staring at the floor. Then he raised his eyes and said:

- I heard about it, violinist. Somehow, a book fell into my hands, it spoke about all sorts of poetic differences. I read it from cover to cover. However, it turned out to be of little use, here's the thing. I'm confused about amphibrachs, pyrrichs and mesomacras, violinist. But sometimes I did.

– Yes? And what did you get?

- Once we had a severe drought, the grass was beaten with heat, and the grain did not sprout. People collected as much as they could to pay the verse-maker from the capital, but the amount was not enough, and your Order refused the walkers.

“The work of a verse-maker is not cheap,” said Elohim, frowning his brows. - Especially if he has to go somewhere far away and sing for who knows.

“Let it be your way,” the stranger agreed. “Anyway, when the walkers came back with nothing, I composed a verse overnight. And in the morning it started to rain.

– Is that so? Do you think you screwed him?

– So I thought, narrator. However, later I recited this verse many times, and it did not rain.

Elohim laughed.

– In that book that you bothered to read, didn't it say that the verse loses its force after the verse?

“There was something like that,” Elam scratched his head. - Not very clear.

– Indistinct, you say? The clerk chuckled. - N-yes. So you think it's raining. Let's say. What else did you sing?

– There were many things. Once the headman's cow did not calve, they thought she would die. Then the miller's daughter picked up a bad disease from a visiting merchant. Then, from the crooked Eliza, who is holding the inn at the crossroads, the groom fled. In addition...

“Wait, wait,” interrupted Elohim, choking with laughter. “What, you mean to say that you calved a cow, cured a walking girl and returned the bridegroom to the innkeeper?”

- I'm not sure, narrator. But every time I composed a verse, and ... The cow gave birth to a calf, the miller's daughter was cured of ulcers, and crooked Eliza got married.

- All right, - Elohim got up. “You have amused me, provincial man. I was going to send you home, but for the pleasure you've been given - if you please. Let's go to the garden, I'll see what you can do.

* * *

The sun had pushed aside the clouds and was now peeking out mischievously from behind them, touching the gilded garden fence and driving rainbow circles in the puddles. The poet Ermil brought out of the building a massive mahogany armchair with twisted armrests and installed it in the shade of a sprawling larch. The clerk sat down, and Ermil stood behind the back of the chair, looking at the awkward, lanky provincial shifting from foot to foot.

“Show us what you can do,” Elohim crossed his arms.

– What to show?

- Whatever you want. Look around - here is a withered apple tree, dress it up with color. Here is a puddle - make the fish splash in it. Here is the fence - cut a gate in it. Here is a bird, - Elohim, raising his chin, examined the crow describing circles above the garden. - Knock her to the ground.

– Huh? - Elam, blinking, began to look at the apple tree, behind it a puddle. He looked around the fence and, finally, opening his mouth, stared at the crow. - This bird? To the ground? Uh...

He was silent for a minute, never taking his eyes off the soaring, now waving crow's wings. Then he raised his hands to the sky and cried out:

Sound, sound, my lyre!

I want my hand not to get tired of the lyre!

One crow ate a lot of cheese.

And she got sick in flight.

She still flies with the flock,

but her eyesight is no longer sharp.

A little bit more, after two hundred fathoms,

it will fall to the ground like a ball.

The hospital will not help her,

the bird will die at the same hour.

We just need to move a little way,

so that she doesn't crash on us.

Crow...

“That’s enough,” the violinist Elohim jumped up in indignation. - This is not a verse!

Elam fell silent, still blinking and looking dumbfounded at the crow, as if nothing had happened, describing circles over the garden.

- Do not verse, - Elohim slashed the air with his hand. – This is a desecration of the verse. Creepy, primitive rhymes. Tired - it became, what, huh? And the size... Do you at least know what the perfect size is, Elam or whatever? Nonsense, what I'm asking, of course, you have no idea about it. Your size does not even dance, it jumps with you. On the spot, galloping, like a hobbled stallion, which was burned with a whip.

The Executor took a breath. The provincial was still standing five paces away. Blushing and fiddling with a loose button on a stupid camisole, he convulsively opened his mouth, trying to say something. Words, however, did not come out of him, only a gurgling, indistinct muttering came out instead.

“Remember my words, Elam from the provinces,” the narrator said sternly. “Never, you understand, you will never be a lyricist. You are a whistler, the worst I have ever seen. Forget about the verse, it is the lot of the elect. Those on whom the kingdom rests, those who are able to protect it from misfortunes with the power invested in words. Those who went to this all their lives, from childhood, for years and decades, training and honing their minds, painstakingly, bit by bit, accumulating knowledge. You have no knowledge, Elam from the province. There is not. Go now, return from whence you came, and find something to your liking. Mow the grass, graze the cattle, cultivate the land, do whatever you want, but never, never even come close to ordination.

* * *

“A clerk,” Ermil, the virtuoso, said timidly when the provincial crossed the garden on wobbly legs and disappeared from sight. “Let me say something. You can punish me or laugh at me as you wish, but there is something in his verse.

– What?! Elohim raised his eyebrows in indignation. - Any bricklayer or carpenter can put together such verses. What's there, any holy fool. "Something," the violinist Ermila mimicked. - Inept, primitive squalor - that's what they have. And nothing else.

– They have power, narrator.

Are you out of your mind?

- In his own. Deeply hidden, buried between words and lines, but there. Not even strength - the beginnings of strength.

- Nonsense. If they even had the rudiments of strength, this bird,” Elohim raised his eyes, “there would be no more summer. ..

He did not finish the sentence and shied away. Scattering its feathers, the crow flew within an inch of his face and fell noisily to the ground. For a minute, Elohim and Ermil stared dumbfounded at the spread-winged bird with its neck turned out and its beak rolled to one side. The crow was dead.

* * *

Hunched over and looking at his feet, Elam wearily wandered along the roadside. The path from the capital to the village was not close, and he had no money for a carriage or stagecoach. They never existed, Elam barely made ends meet. What's the use of the fact that he learned to read and write on his own, spending nights alone at primers under the dim flashes of light from a wax stub. What's the use of the fact that he owns cursive and calligraphy. The villagers turned to the scribe extremely rarely, mainly for the preparation of wills and deeds. Sometimes - if it was necessary to compose a letter to the district office or read a paper that came from there. And that's it. There was barely enough money for meager food and clothes - shabby, from someone else's shoulder.

The words of the head of the Order of Virshetvortsev did not go out of Elam's head. Mow the grass, he said, graze the livestock, cultivate the land, and never approach ordination. For Elam, this parting word was terrible, cruel, unfair. It was a disaster for him. Elam could not help but compose verses, they themselves swarmed in his head and imperiously, persistently forced him to compose. Uncomposed verses nestled in him, settled in, they did not let him sleep at night, they burst into his temples, braided the cerebral convolutions. They were just a disorganized crowd, a hodgepodge of words that needed to be sifted and selected from them. The verses did not let go of Elam, they were persistent and demanding, they rushed about in it and rushed out, and there was no strength to restrain them, and there was no will either.

Yes, most often the verse came out of him and out of him weak and painful. Premature, sick from hasty, premature birth. Powerless, unable to sing, incapable of anything. But it was... It was! Take, for example, the quadruple he wrote when they ransacked the house of Uncle Alvin, the grocer.

A lucky thief runs away hastily from

the neighbor's silent open gates.

But everything that he hid in his pocket and behind the collar,

he is unlikely to have time to put into circulation.

This verse came to Elam like an illumination, escaped from it, shone, sparkled with rhymed homonyms. And he screwed up. The thief did not have time to release the stolen goods, he was caught and put on trial, and uncle Alvin, although he did not believe in committing crimes, gave Elam homemade apple vodka to drink for a week.

There were other verses. Take at least the one that healed Elbira, the miller's daughter. The doctor then said that a miracle had happened. Or the one that brought her husband back to the innkeeper. Elam was then drunk, crooked Eliza sobbed on his shoulder, complained about fate, and he composed it. Or...

Elam stopped and froze. Worthless rhyme, galloping size like a stallion. So what? A verse is either capable of verse or not, and meter and rhyme have nothing to do with it. Moreover, someone very calm and impassive inside him said. One force is not enough, and there is none, strength, if there is no harmony and beauty, but there is only chaos and a hodgepodge of words. Your verses are out of harmony, that's the whole point. There is no beauty and harmony in them, and the strength dissolves, gets stuck in a welter.

“Hey, man,” a nasal voice interrupted the discussion from behind.

Elam looked around. A carriage drawn by a pair of black horses with a coat of arms. An overly plump, cheeky coachman in a motley livery on the goats.

– Did you contact me? Elam asked politely.

– To you, to you, – arrogance was added to the nasality in the voice. – How to get to Ettingham?

“Before Ettingham,” Elam repeated thoughtfully. “Ettingham isn’t close, and you can get lost. You know what... You and I are on the way. Give me a ride and I'll show you the way.

“Not enough yet,” the coachman threw in disgust. “It's Count Erbole's carriage, redneck. His Excellency would be beside himself with anger if he happened to find out that all kinds of peasants rode around in it.

“You don't have to tell His Excellency that,” Elam suggested timidly.

– Yes, of course. The Count will identify a man by smell, you must stink, mate. Okay, I have no time to argue with you. Tell me how to go, but quickly, I'm in a hurry.

Elam folded his arms.

“God will tell you,” he dropped. - Good riddance.

The coachman swore and lashed the blacks with a whip. The carriage started off, then rushed from its place, slamming its rear wheels into the puddle of the road, splashing Elam from head to toe with mud. The coachman looked round and laughed in his face.

Punish him, said the same voice from within Elam, calm and impassive. Svirshi, make this master's lackey choke on laughter.

- I want you to fall down and break your vile forehead! Elam shouted after the coachman.

For a couple of moments he stood frozen and watched the carriage. She, shaking on the road bumps, as if nothing had happened, was removed. A cheesy verse, Elam realized, clumsy and therefore powerless.

– You are not a master, and I am not a slave; your bump is about to wait for you! he shouted.

The coach shook and skidded, Elam heard the coachman's angry scolding.

– Come on! – spurred the abuse of Elam.

The carriage straightened out and sped on. A minute later, she disappeared around the road bend.

Something is wrong, Elam realized. The words rhymed, lined up in time and formed a verse, but the verse turned out to be weak, none. Not the right words, he realized. Not those. There is no lightness in them, no beauty, they are just rhyming words, nothing more.

Elam, staring at the ground, clenched his teeth, clenched his fists, wrinkled his forehead. New words came to him, they swarmed, swirled in his head, they clung to each other and strove to fly away, disappear, perish. Elam desperately, convulsively tried to hold them back. Throw away the weeds, and grab the necessary ones, line them up, put them together in an impromptu way. Come on! Some more. Yet. Here it is!

Well, beware. There is no mercy for you,

and an unexpected surprise awaits you:

the wind will throw your carriage up

and immediately throw it down in disgust.

No, don't break bones. Stay whole.

But I'm spinning words for a reason:

when you collapse into the mud with a plentiful body,

I'll call it "the loss of cattle."

Elam, having blurted out the last words, rushed to run along the side of the road.

- The loss of cattle, - he shouted as he ran, bursting into laughter. - That's right - the case. The death of this arrogant lackey cattle from the carriage goats.

Elam reached the turn, stumbled and almost fell. A dirty-brown cloud settled on the road, shrouding in dust the wreckage of what until recently was Count Erbole's dapper carriage. In the middle of the road, leaning his hands on the ground and hiccuping frequently, sat a coachman.

* * *

“Curious rumors are coming from the southern province, violinist,” Erats, the lyricist, threw logs into the fireplace and slammed the iron door with a clang. “They say a man showed up there. And they talk about him... – Eratz hesitated and fell silent.

Who exactly showed up? – frowning discontentedly, he turned to Erats Elohim. “And what exactly are they saying about him?”

Miscellaneous, narrator. As if this man... As if he... – Erats hesitated again.

– Composes verses, – verse maker Ermil helped. - And allegedly people from all over the district go to bow to him and even send walkers from neighboring provinces. They also say that this person does not take fees for his work. And besides... I don't even know how to say this without sounding like blasphemy.

“Tell it like it is,” Elohim ordered frowning.

– As if he uses techniques in verse that are beyond the power of the best of the best, Ermil blurted out. - Allegedly, his verses are full of metaphors, alliterations and allusions. And they have incredible power. Allegedly, the recitation takes place immediately after the recitation, without the slightest delay.

“That cannot be,” said Elohim firmly. – It takes time, so it was, is and will be. I guess the rumors from the provinces are just plain rubbish, that's what they're rumors for. Apparently, some charlatan really showed up there. And this charlatan stirs up minds and... By the way, what does he call himself?

– That is a special story, – Ermil smiled. This man calls himself a whistler.

Elohim burst out laughing.

"Commendable self-determination," he said. - In a single word, the whole point. I think that we can no longer discuss provincial gossip and move on to more important things. Did you want to say something, virshecreator?

– With your permission, narrator, – Eratz got up and held out a sheet of coated paper. “I made some notes from the words of a visiting southerner, take a look at them. Allegedly, these are the verses of that person, the verse weaver. Or even not quite a verse, but...

– What nonsense! interrupted Elohim, perplexedly examining the paper. What does "not quite" mean?

- Among other things, he is said to compose line-length verses. For fun. And they are so good that after the swearing has happened, people memorize the line.

– The louse multiplied by division with undeniable lust, Elohim read aloud dumbfounded. - What is heresy?

– According to the same southerner, some village was overcome by insects, narrator. And so. With your permission, hmm...

– He is faithful to her, gray gelding, she is a hot pacer, – the scribe in his hearts threw the sheet of coated paper away. - Is that also a virsh?

– Also, – Eratz lowered his eyes in embarrassment. “They say that the whistler folded it when a certain county baroness wished to change the horse. When the verse was read to the baron, he was furious - his grace saw a second meaning in it, and he, this meaning, if I may say so, uh ...

– Scabrous, – the poet Ermil helped. “However, one way or another, the virshepeter used techniques that only the most famous violists of the past possessed. In his verses there is a compound rhyme and obvious alliteration.

“Obvious nonsense, you mean to say,” Elohim remarked sarcastically. “That's enough, I don't want to hear any more stories about the provincial comedian. About five years ago there was one such, you probably remember, a poet. I wanted to pass the exam for competition, - Elohim laughed. - What was his name? .. Not the point. This new one is certainly a match for that, if not the same. Let's talk about other things, more pressing and important. The tribes of the northern coast-dwellers are uniting, and a council of leaders is about to take place, at which a supreme one will be chosen. If so, then ... - the narrator fell silent.

– That will be war, - Ermil picked up. - Well, we have something to meet the Pomeranian tribes.

“I spoke to His Majesty the day before,” the narrator said impassively. - Not today tomorrow there will be a royal decree on the recruitment of recruits among the lower and middle classes. And also about the transition to martial law. The noble militia is already being drawn to the northern border. In this regard, we, gentlemen, are also switching to martial law. From tomorrow, each of us will be given security guards. Each virshecreator is entitled to four bodyguards from the nobility. I have a dozen.

* * *

- So you want to volunteer? - The captain of the royal guard chuckled and skeptically examined the awkward, lanky provincial with hair the color of withered straw. - The fact that the guards do not take volunteers, you, by all accounts, do not know. They didn't recruit you, did they? By the way, why?

“I don’t know, sir,” the provincial lowered his eyes. - I am fit for my age, I have not yet exchanged my fourth decade. Maybe I'm too weak for a recruit.

– And for a Guardsman, then, strong? the captain chuckled. - Oh well. Do you own a sword, a saber? Fencing, maybe? Shooting a blunderbuss? Do you know the mortar business? Howitzer?

– No, sir. But I can learn whatever you say.

The captain burst out laughing.

– Just like “what will I say”? I order you to learn swordsmanship, and tomorrow you will become a note brazier?

Even today, sir.

– What?!

– I said I could learn swordsmanship today, sir. It's unlikely to happen for lunch. Probably towards evening.

“I see you are a joker,” the captain frowned.

I'm not kidding, sir. Fencing is easy to learn, you just need to look through some book where it is written about it. And then think a little.

– Yes? the captain asked mockingly. - About shooting, for example, is it enough to read and think about shooting from a bombard to start firing?

– Exactly, sir. The whole point is in the words - they probably are in the books, you just need to choose the ones you need and add them up.

- You know what, my dear...

- Elam, sir.

“Elam,” the captain wrinkled his forehead, the name was definitely familiar to him. – Elam, Elam…

– People usually call me a whistler, sir.

- Are you an Elam Whisperer? The one? It is about you that they say that ... - the captain jumped to his feet. He did not notice that he began to address the petitioner as “you”.

– They say a lot about me, sir.

“Sit down, please, master,” the captain jerked the chair away from the table. - This is your verse, isn't it?

Time to go. Farewell, girls.

I swallow tears, deaf and dumb.

My horseradish hangs like a flag on a pole,

when it's completely calm.

“Mine,” Elam looked down. “Sorry, he’s a bit frivolous and clumsy.

– What are you, master! Excellent verse! My guards are marching under it.

– Who would have thought, – Elam raised his eyes. “I composed it for an old acquaintance who is a coachman for His Excellency Count Erbole. I must say, the coachman was very dissatisfied with the act.

“Are you saying,” the captain almost choked on laughter, “that your acquaintance has become, er... incompetent?”

– Well, yes, of course.

The captain cleared his throat, wiped away tears from laughter.

- It's a good thing my guys don't know the details. However, the verse loses its force after the verse has taken place. OK. So, you want to become a guardsman, master Elam? Ordinary guardsman?

- I thought...

- And don't think! I will report to Colonel Erquier today. Whatever, I'll tell him right now. Will you wait, master? It does not take a lot of time. I'm sure the colonel will find you a worthy place in the guard. Just tell me, Master Elam. Can you ... - the captain hesitated, - can you compose a verse that contributes to victory over the enemy?

– I never tried, sir. But I think I can.

* * *

Servant Elohim walked slowly along the alley of the city park. The wind lazily touched the fallen leaves, and a fine slanting rain fell, but Elohim, habitually absorbed in thought, did not pay attention to this autumn whim. The six armed nobles, invisible to the eye, scattered in the vanguard. Six more followed in the rearguard: the life of a clerk, the second person in the country after the king, and in terms of importance for the country - the first, in wartime became priceless.

Having reached the pond, the very one that was made when he was a young verse-maker, Elohim habitually stopped. He suddenly felt like reading the verse aloud.

Look. The soul will be filled with longing:

wasteland, nettles, snakes, weeds,

not close to either the mind or the eye.

You can't rent out such a piece of land...in the shade of trees. So it will be, but not immediately:

is just a night. And when the dawn comes,

anyone will understand that I did not write in vain,

looking for an answer to many questions.

There will be a grove here. In the grove - a quiet pond,

on the banks of which anyone will find shelter

: both Caesar and philosopher.

Elohim began to compare the verse, which brought him fame and glory, with lines from a sheet of coated paper. The result of the comparison was clearly in his favor. However, why didn’t the lines of the verse-whisper go out of my head, turning into something obsessive, haunting and making you think about them and repeat them over and over again...

The ide floats away from me, swelling and changing,” Elohim recited aloud again. Allegedly, the verse weaver composed this verse, being invited to Count Erbole as an honored guest and standing on the shore of the Count's pond. And as if before the eyes of many guests, the bony, big-mouthed fish turned into a noble sterlet.

It suddenly seemed to Elohim that the cone-shaped pile of fallen leaves twenty paces ahead was different from the others that the park gardeners had raked onto the roadside. The arbitrator peered: an ordinary pile, maybe a little higher than the rest and not so regular in shape. Elohim shrugged, blinked, and moved on.

The poor fellow lay down from the heavy burden, and suddenly saw a wallet nearby, he said irritably. As if the whistler had composed this, having decided to bestow a gift on the porter, who had overstrained himself from an unbearable load. And, of course, the purse with coins was right there. Elohim spat in annoyance. Ridiculous, with an elaborate rhyme verse. Not even a verse - a line. Why does he repeat it for the umpteenth time, as if this line is stuck in his throat.

A cone-shaped pile of fallen leaves suddenly trembled, fell apart and took the form of a man. The arbiter did not even immediately understand that he was facing a person, and when he understood, he did not have time to realize what his appearance meant. There was a man small in stature, slanting and completely naked, with skin smeared with ocher paint so that it blended with the park's fallen leaves. The man waved his hand - a triangular throwing knife, the military weapon of the northern coast-dwellers, described a short curve in the air and stuck the scribe in the chest two fingers below the left nipple. Elohim fell on his back, the last thing he saw was a dove flying into the sky.

The killer who released the dove watched the bird, then lowered his head and clasped his hands on his stomach, assuming the ritual pose of a Pomor awaiting death. After a couple of moments, he was stabbed, but the narrator was no longer able to see this.

The dove, having described a circle in the sky, orientated itself and pulled to the north, carrying mail to the tribes - the news that the scribe Elohim was dead.

* * * * * * * * * * “As you know, he has not appointed a successor. And that means one of the five of us will have to take his place. Time does not endure, yesterday morning the advance detachments of the Pomors crushed our cordons on the northern border. The place of the arbiter is in the troops, we will all go there, but first we must make a choice. Offer, brethren.

– The violinist didn't appoint a successor, not because he didn't have time, – the violinist Espan said thoughtfully. - But because we, all five, are equal in strength. And none of us could match the strength of the verse with himself.

- That's right, - confirmed the poet Ermil. “But we have a choice to make. And do it quickly, his majesty will not wait. I propose, brethren, that we simply cast lots.

* * *

The commander's headquarters was hastily defeated on the south bank of the Erivier River. The remnants of the army were drawn here, cut three days ago by horse lavas, overturned, defeated and put to flight. The field hospitals did not have time to receive the wounded, who were pulled out by the survivors in their arms. The priests did not have time to bury the dead.

The clerk Ermil, elected head of the Order by lot, disheveled, bare-haired, stood, holding on to the canopy, at the entrance to the tent that had been pitched for him. He no longer looked like a taut, high-browed handsome man - the shoulders of the violinist drooped, curly raven hair became tangled, glossy and whitened with gray hair, swarthy, well-groomed skin was weathered, tightened his cheeks and turned gray.

Once again Ermil repeated to himself the verse he had been composing in agony since the day he became a violinist. Day and night, picking up, polishing rhyming words, putting them into lines. Wirsh, who he, raising his hands to the sky, shouted, straining, as soon as the first rows of equestrian lava appeared on the horizon. Virsch, who was supposed to burst out with a wreck, that he would intercept the lava on the outskirts of the retrenchment, stop, crush and turn back. Wirsh, who turned out to be powerless.

It is not good for us to tremble in front of the enemy

discordant inept squad.

My glorious verse will help

win the coveted victory over the enemy.

is circling over the Brand of Brand Voronyo,

showing its Shakalii Norov world ...

But I believe: my firing is

will crush the army of the northern Pomors -

002 went over and over in Ermil's mind. There was power in the verse, he knew it, he felt it. But it was not enough, very little. Such a verse is capable of stopping a hundred swordsmen or spearmen. Let two hundred. Five. But not the furious thousands of lava. Wrong words, thought Ermil bitterly. The best of those that he found, mobilizing, giving everything, giving everything that was in him. And - not those. Weak, emasculated words, powerless, none.

“Acolyte,” Ermil was snapped out of his daze by a voice behind him. The commander wants to see you.

Mourning reigned in the general's tent. The commander of the army, General of Infantry Esarden, briefly nodded to the camp chair and, without looking into his eyes, spoke:

- His Majesty will arrive at headquarters tomorrow. You and I will have to answer, violinist, but that's not the point. Let's get straight. Your opinion: are we doomed?

Ermil was silent for a long time, his head lowered. Then he raised his eyes.

- It hurts me to say this, General. I am not fit to be a violinist, I lack the strength that Elohim, Edgar and others before them had in abundance. The rest of the verse-makers are not weaker, but not stronger than me. We don't have a man capable of making a victory. How many times more Pomors than us?

“Dozens of times,” General Esarden tossed his head. “I don't believe the situation is hopeless, violinist. The right flank, in spite of everything, did not take flight. Guards companies of Colonel Erquier repulsed the attack and survived. They retreated on command, retaining their banners, artillery, and formation.

“The poet Erats was there,” Ermil said wearily. “The master of ceremonies Erats has been killed, General.

- Colonel Erquier was with me ten minutes before you. He says that the attack was stopped after the poet died. And that a man stopped her, shouting impromptu when the lava was already approaching the second line of defense. The Colonel swears that the abuse came instantly. The horses reared up and threw riders. The lava crumpled, mixed, and rolled away, crushing the fallen. The man who stopped the attack was enrolled in the guard as a volunteer a month ago. He calls himself Elam the Whisperer.

- Whispering Elam?! - violinist Ermil jumped to his feet. Are you sure, General? Where is he now?

- On my orders, Colonel Erquier will bring him here by evening.

* * *

“There they are,” General Esarden whispered. - Began. Are you ready, master?

Elam did not answer. He stood ten paces from the river bank, lanky, ungainly, the wind tousled his hair the color of withered straw. Elam peered into the swelling, blackened northern horizon. There, innumerable in number, full of rage and hatred, the equestrian lava of Pomors rolled south. Cruel, despising death and despising life, not knowing and not giving mercy.

In half an hour the lava will reach the northern shore, and the coast-dwellers will immediately drive unpretentious hardy horses into the water. They will cross the river in a matter of minutes and roll out to the south bank. And then...

There will be no "later", Elam firmly told himself. Will not. Wirsh is ready, all but the last stanza. The one that is decisive. Which cannot be composed by the mind, which must be born in the heart, in the soul, and splash out of it with words - furious, piercing, biting, smashing on the spot. Screaming.

These words were born in the soul on their own, they could not but be born, they rushed out like a hurricane, like an element, and therefore Elam called them a special word - poetry.

- Master, start, please, master! pleaded General Esarden, standing five paces to the left.

The lava has already covered three-quarters of the way from the horizon to the river bank. Elam swallowed and took a deep breath. The words came to him, grouped, formed into a metaphor, dressed in rhyme, gained strength, harmony and beauty.

– Come on! Elam said aloud to himself. He gritted his teeth, exhaled, and began to recite. The words burst out of him and rushed towards the countless mounted lava of the attackers.

We have survived drought and pestilence,

crop failures and eclipse luminaries.

I feel sorry for you, warlike Pomor,

who decided to take a number instead of skill.

A noose is tied over the outer world -

a bridle on a hobbled kaura, -

and the exhausted earth cries,

soaked in the blood of our brown.

We are few. We are wounded in battle.

And even though I am not more perfect,

all of myself, all my hatred

I am ready to invest in the last sin.

Virsha: uninvited guests, northerners,

it's time to sweep forever from our lives.

May the enemy be overcome with madness,

and that madness will be avenged on his own!

The rapidly rolling stream of horsemen suddenly broke and arched. The ranks of the horsemen mingled. A formidable roar - the war cry of the Pomors, escaping from thousands of throats, suddenly broke off, turned into a wild cry, and then turned into a screech, terrible, piercing. A moment later, a wheezing joined him - it was the snoring of rearing, mounted horses. Thousands of blades shot up and fell at once on the heads of the tribesmen.

Elam stared fixedly at the carnage. Here a slanting coast-dweller with a split skull flew out of the saddle and rolled along the ground. He fell on his side, crushing the rider under him, the hacked horse. Fell to his knees and threw another rider. He rushed to the river, dragging the murdered owner with his foot stuck in the stirrup, the third.

Elam did not know how long the massacre lasted. He came to his senses only when the few survivors flew away to the north and a respectful voice behind him said:

- Executor Elam.

Elam looked around. General Esarden froze five paces away, tears arcing down his cheeks. A tall, handsome man with curly, half-gray hair falling on a high forehead was holding out a curved, shiny object to Elam.

Take it, narrator. This is Lyra, a sign of power belonging to the head of the Order.

Elam paused. Then he shook his head.

* * *

The examination for the title of verse writer is now passed not only by the graduates of the Academy, but also by students who have graduated from the county school, which is run by a man who calls himself Elam the poet.

There are no lectures at this school. There are also no mandatory exercises, cramming, and, they say, almost no textbooks. So what is taught in it is unknown, and whether they teach at all - too. Getting into the school, however, is not easy. To do this, you need to have a special property called talent, and no one knows what kind of property this is. They say that even the poet himself does not know, although he determines whether a person has that property or not. And if you ask him what kind of talent this is, he will only wave it off and say “you are talented”. That's why he called it talent.

There are various rumors about Elam the poet. They say that he is a holder of all five Orders of Size, granted to him personally by his majesty. They also say that Elam was offered to become a poet, but he refused. And some, rolling their eyes to the sky, claim that they are not even a lyricist, but almost the lyricist himself, the second person in the country after the king. And allegedly this eccentric preferred to stay in the wilderness in order to weave words that are born in the soul like a hurricane, spontaneously, and therefore they call them poems. And to teach undergrowth, in which he found an unknown property of talent.

It is also said that the squat, unpretentious house in which Elam lives is visited by noble people. According to rumors, His Excellency Count Erbole himself keeps the poet almost as a friend, and the retired general from infantry Esarden, who settled in the neighborhood, bows first when they meet. They also say that once a year the violinist Ermil himself comes incognito to Elam, and, they say, he is an old acquaintance of the poet, or even his debtor.

Rumors, however, that's what rumors are for, to assert all sorts of nonsense. It is enough to look at Elam the poet, and you will immediately be convinced of that. Lanky, awkward, casually dressed, with hair the color of withered straw - a real hillbilly.

Mike Gelprin, Alexander Gabriel

Illustrations:

Work of various authors on eternal topics - poets, Pegasas, Muses,

The series opens the image of the sculpture of Karl Milles (1975–1955)

“Man and Pegashales” (“Flying Angel and Pegasus”),

All submitted photocopies are freely available on Yandex.

Wishes of a good day on weekdays. Morning wishes for the day

Beautiful wishes for a good day in prose can surprise a person, amaze him and charge him with a good mood for the whole day.

Therefore, it makes sense to bring such wishes if you want to please someone. Believe me, there are no wishes that would be unpleasant. Attention always flatters us, and if we see that someone sincerely wishes us a good day.

We are on our website website collected the best beautiful wishes for a good day in prose, so that you can please your acquaintances, friends and relatives in the morning.

The most beautiful wishes for a good day in prose

A new day has come, it carries something unexpected. So let this unexpected be pleasant. He carries worries, so let them be successfully resolved. It carries communication, so let it be only positive. Have a nice day!

I don't need an alarm to wake me up. I have your love, which easily lifts me up in the morning, because I look forward to every new day to spend it with you. Have a good day, my beloved man.

Wonderful day, just like you. Thoughts of you fill me with unearthly joy. I send you an air kiss and wish you a successful, interesting and colorful day.

I would like to wish you a successful and pleasant day that will bring joy, success and many pleasant emotions into your life that will amuse your soul for a long time after that. Let the day start cheerfully, in the company of nice people, and with a wonderful warm atmosphere. Let the sun send you a boost of energy for the whole day, and the day will be filled with pleasant surprises. Have a nice day!

Let the day start with a smile, put all unnecessary problems and worries out of your head, and just enjoy this wonderful day, let only wonderful people surround you today and let the world give you a charge of vivacity for the whole day. May your eyes shine with happiness and sparkle with beauty. All the work goes like clockwork, and the day will go just fine. Have a nice day and good mood.

Best wishes for a good day in prose

My love, I hasten to wish you a good, clear, kind, successful, fruitful, fun day. I hope it will be full of bright emotions and confident victories, pleasant words and successfully completed deeds. Kiss, hug and send a breath of inspiration!

My favorite person, I wish you a good morning! Let a sweet smile play on your face from the very morning, and sunny bunnies will lift your sleepy mood! Have a nice day, my soul! May the world give you much delight and joy today.

I want to wish you a good, successful, kind, bright, cheerful, interesting, amazing and happy day. May you manage to reach your goal together, may everything be within your reach today, may your love help you move mountains and create an eternal paradise for two.

This wonderful night has ended, and a new interesting and promising day has come. I want him to bring something special and beautiful into your life. To understand how beautiful our life really is. Just look into the sky and see how the clouds are floating, how the birds are singing and how the sun is shining and it will feel so good in your soul! So let every new day bring you happiness and joy. Have a good day.

I wish you to have such geographical discoveries on this day - a sea of ​​happiness, an ocean of love, peaks of success, rivers of profit, a peak of popularity, a lake of hope, a waterfall of emotions and a volcano of passions. Let the globe of life spin only in the direction you need!

Beautiful wishes for a good day in prose

I wish you a wonderful day, my joy, kind and sunny, interesting and successful, may it give you a joyful mood and positive, surprise you with pleasant surprises and unforgettable surprises, may this day embody your ideas and find time for friendly conversations and for our meeting with you.

Have a nice day, my joy! Start it with a smile, then everything will work out perfectly. I wish that today your dream becomes more real, a few steps closer. Let the meetings of the coming day be pleasant, work will bring joy. I love you and I'm always with you in my thoughts!

Good day to you! I want to say today. And yesterday I wanted to, and two days ago, and three ... This is happiness - waking up, thinking about you and knowing that I will fall asleep in the cozy embrace of your hands. Have a good day! I want to be there every minute, remove everything unnecessary, gloomy, gray from your soul, protect peace. Have a nice day, my happiness!

I wish you the very best morning and a clear day, despite the unpredictability of the weather outside! Let your eyes shine with joy, and a positive mood rolls with its bright waves. May everything be fine and wonderful today!

Sun, open your eyes. The night is gone, giving way to a new day. May it be filled with light and warmth. I give you my smile so that it illuminates your path and saves you from difficulties. May your day be filled with bright emotions and joy. If you suddenly become sad, then remember that I am always there, thinking about you, and I will always come to the rescue. I believe this day is special and will give a lot of happy moments.

Read at your leisure.

Dear friends! Hochma wishes you a Happy New Week! Let this Monday pass unnoticed, and the whole week will be joyful and successful for you! Good morning, good day, good week!

Monday is a hard day,
That's what people say.
The weekend is over -
Of course, everyone is happy with them!
The week has begun - it means that
It's time for everyone to work!
So, again we are looking for
Right from the early morning!

Original, funny and beautiful wishes with good morning and good afternoon in pictures

Have a good day to you, good news and joyful events. May fate amuse and pamper you on this day, and on all others, be generous with pleasant gifts and unexpected sweet surprises. Let problems be easily solved, things will be successful, the soul smiles, and the heart tirelessly rejoices in life.

Once again we wish you all a good morning, a successful day and a good start to the week!

I wish you a successful day,
May it turn out better than you expect!
You see him off with a cheerful smile,
After all, what you sow, you will reap later.

Let the day be pleasant, very easy,
And let the time fly by at work.
Luck is near, you can believe me,
She's already in a hurry to get to you!

Good morning! Let the day be clear,
And the mood is only beautiful.
Let the awakening bring joy,
Without fuss, without worries and worries.
Let the dawn take away the sad shadow,
Meet the new day with a happy smile.

Have a good day,
Bright and warm,
Clear, fine…
Well, just good.

No sadness,
Gloomy mood,
I send gentle hugs,
Affectionately amorous.

And generous luck
May it accompany everything,
Bad luck is harmful
Let it be completely absent.

When there are clouds in the sky,
And the rain never stops.
You know - it won't always be like this,
And the sun will appear!
Let there be many clouds in the sky -
Hold on and don't be shy!
A ray of sun will break through to you,
And everything will be ok!

Good morning has come!
The night has fallen over the edge of the earth.
Congratulations on the clear sky!
Congratulations on the red sun!
This morning is just a fairy tale!
Doesn't spare bright colors.
Away with sadness and away with bad weather.
Good morning, my happiness!

See even more beautiful wishes

Not always in the morning people are in a good mood. But you really want to go to work or study with a smile on your face. To feel a moral uplift, you can wish everyone a good day and a good mood along the way. If you are a shy person and do not want to smile at all passers-by, and even more so to talk to strangers, then you may well wish good morning only to your household and colleagues. And how to do it - read below.

Wishing a good day to a girl

All women are pleased to receive declarations of love. It is especially nice to hear tender words from a loved one in the morning. You can wish all the girls a good day and a good mood in a poetic form. For example, write an SMS or whisper rhyming lines gently in your ear. An example of such a poem:

Have a nice day, my beloved person.

Let the cloud of the sun not obscure it.

And the day is amazing and fussy,

For joy, beautifully, easily fly by!

But not all men are ready to talk about their feelings day and night. Therefore, you can express your good relationship with warm words, without an explicit declaration of love. For example, tell a girl that she is the best and most beautiful.

Wishing a good day to a guy

All men want to be admired. And if girls are pleased with compliments that emphasize their external beauty, then the representatives of the stronger sex prefer praise to character and spiritual qualities. And it is precisely such wishes that they will be pleased to hear or read in the morning. A girl can write a cute note or SMS with poetry. You can rhyme the lines yourself, or you can use the verse written below:

Let your day turn out on a positive note,

Nothing will interfere, will not bring you down,

Be vigilant, like a falcon on the hunt,

If the goal is planned, go ahead!

You can also wish a man a good day and good mood orally. For example, tell a guy that he is the smartest and smartest of all your friends. And also to wish good luck in his current project. The guy will be pleased that you remember what he is doing.

Wishing a good day to parents

To please your loved ones, it is not necessary to write poetry for them. Parents always enjoy the attention of their children. And it doesn’t even matter how old the child is - 3 years or 30 years old. Have a good day and good mood to all parents every day. If it is not possible to say warm words tete-a-tete, then you can always call. An example of such a wish: "Mom, you are my best. Thank you for being you. This day will definitely be sunny, the mood will be spring, and let the smile never leave your lips." But by and large, parents don't even care what you tell them. Attention itself is what flatters our dear people.

Unlike mothers, fathers do not often show their feelings. But this does not mean that they do not want to hear warm words. You can wish all fathers a good day and a good mood not with words, but with gestures. For example, a gentle kiss on the cheek or a tight hug.

Wishing a good day to children

Unlike parents, a child enjoys almost every day. And the morning is overshadowed by an early rise only if the parents could not put their child to bed on time. Otherwise, the child is rarely dissatisfied. But still, this does not mean that he should not wish good morning. Wishes for a good day and good mood can be made into a kind of ritual. Mom comes into the room, opens the curtains or turns on the light, gently touches the child on the shoulder and whispers: "Good morning." The child wakes up, hugs his mother and hears gentle words in his ear. Here you can come up with some one special phrase, for example: "I love you, you are my best." Or change statements daily, for example, read funny poems:

Color your day with watercolors of emotions,

Scatter and sparkle a bit of fun.

And let the bright sun into your soul.

Have a nice day, dear son!

You can also wish a good day directly in the kindergarten. The child should be glad that many new discoveries and impressions await him today.

Wishing a good day to schoolchildren

Children grow up fast, and from the age of 12-14 they move away from their parents. Rarely does a child allow himself to be hugged and kissed. You need to understand that this is a normal stage of growing up, and give your child more free space. But this does not mean that one should not wish the child a good morning and afternoon and a good mood. Rituals started from childhood, it is quite possible to continue. And if there are no such traditions in the family, then they can be created. For example, at breakfast, you can arrange a battle for a pie for the best wish. Whoever shows great originality gets a sweet present. If the mother does not want to deprive the child of the bun, then she can simply wish him good luck. It can be something like neutral: "Good luck to you, son, get straight A's today." Or something more original:

I wish you a successful day,

May it turn out better than you expect.

See him off with a cheerful smile,

After all, what you sow is what you reap.

Easy ways to cheer up

To prevent a person from walking all day gloomy, he can be played in the morning. Of course, this should not be a cruel joke, but something cute. For example, stuff your jacket pockets with sweets or make your backpack heavier by putting a couple of kilograms of tangerines in it. Such gentle jokes will not only cheer you up, but will also be a great snack during the day.

If you don't feel like making fun of your loved ones, you can just prepare some pleasant surprise. For example, send a bouquet of flowers to your girlfriend, just like that, for no reason. Or buy a Kinder Surprise for your child for breakfast.

You can wish good morning by SMS or a message on a social network. Or you can take a funny photo, post it on Instagram and tag a loved one with the hashtag “good morning”. You can also send a funny picture with a cute poem.

Good morning, good day and good mood can be wished with or without cause. For example, on the day of a difficult test or the day a project is handed over, a person needs additional support. But even in ordinary everyday life, you want to know that they are worried about you, that they love you and take care of you. So do not wait for a special occasion to please your loved ones.

A new day is coming again,
Nightingales are singing somewhere again,
And don't stand still,
Breathe fully and live,
Don't waste your wonderful days
Start living, don't curse your fate,
Well, my dears,
I wish you a good day.

Let the sun shine like a spotlight
In your washed window,
And let, like a self-collected tablecloth,
Your plot will give you everything,
And your house will become a full bowl
To everyone's joy - and ours!

Have a great day, be creative in everything,
Let your head be bright,
Let the fireworks of positive give life,
Let the blue of the world and heaven please!

Good mood,
Joyful emotions,
Sunny smiles -
Only mega servings.

Let the message of love
Inspire a little,
The sun will smile
Only you through the window.

I wish you to wake up with a smile,
Forget about yesterday's mistakes,
On the wings of a good day,
Start all things slowly.

And this day will be lucky.
Luck will dispel all the clouds.
Try to be the best in everything.
You'll see, everything will be fine!

A keg of health mix with love!
Add some fun to this potion!
Season with success! Have a good time!
Good luck add more! Boil ...
Boil a handful of humor a little!
And pour a huge spoon of happiness!
Mix a bunch of smiles into the solution!
Treat your loved ones from the bottom of your heart!
Have a nice day!!!

May you not be touched today
Sadness and sadness shadow.
May this glorious day be happy, fruitful
.

Everything turns out cleverly
Let everything be with you today.
To say in the evening:
"Yes, it was a day - just class!".

Smile, have fun,
Let life become more pleasant,
It pleases the flow,
And in a good mood
You will always meet the days,
And see off the nights,
I will be there everywhere,
Giving a gentle look!

Wishes for a great day and good mood

May the day be successful,
May sadness and laziness disappear.
And let it be lucky in business,
And everywhere luck awaits.

Don't scare away your luck,
Take care of it.
Everyone needs a successful day,
So that there are no problems.

Let everything be fine at work,
Let your bosses not forget to praise you!
Roads without traffic jams, excellent news,
And, as always, victories on the personal front!
Have a nice day!

Let the morning be beautiful
And only the day will be successful.
Be sure to smile
Let there be no laziness today.

Let the evening bring peace,
Bliss, rest and warmth.
I wish you a happy day,
May he give you good.

My beloved man,
Throw away your sadness,
Smile rather,
And get distracted for a minute.

It's not easy to write to you,
I assure you, it's not a trifle,
I'll wish you mood,
And to be inspired.

So that happiness fills the day,
I'm not too lazy to wish this,
So that everything turns out so well,
And all things come true!

Today is a lucky day,
Success, luck to boot.
Let the day end beautifully,
Without adventure and happily.

I wish you good luck,
She is always needed, I know.
A good day is your reward,
Which you are extremely happy about.

The sun is shining in the blue sky,
Well, my friend, are you having a sweet dream?
Look out the window - that's where the beauty is!
Have a good, good day!

Wake you up today
Coffee delicious aroma.
Let the day begin happily
And let it pass without barriers.

May all the puzzles of your plans
Be sure to match.
Let luck be sure
You are everywhere: both there and here.

I will gather the rays of the dawn into a bouquet,
I will breathe great love for you into it,
I will hold the light of the sun in my palms
And I will draw your image for them, dear,

I will give you joy, loving,
Having driven away your anxieties and doubts!
May your day be great
I wish you a good mood!

Wishes for a good day and good mood in prose

Start your day with a smile and everything around you will change! Neighbors will smile back, passers-by will think that you have a holiday - and they will also give a smile, friends will rejoice with you in a good mood! Give good luck to those around you and your day will be kind and full of happy minutes!

I wish today to turn into a sweet bun, the filling of which is the sparkle of your happy eyes and sincere joy.

Buddy, I want to wish you a great day! Don't interrupt me and don't even think about telling me that you're going to have an ordinary day, which will be marked by just a meeting with friends. You should be able to find positive moments in every day, you should try to surround yourself with only positive things, then everything will be just wonderful for you. I don’t even believe that everything in your life is just as terrible as you claim. Believe that many things depend on you and on your mood. Just try to think positively about everything. I wish you a good day! May it give you the opportunity to become even better, reach new heights and gain strength for tomorrow. By the way, tomorrow will also be wonderful, just believe in it. Now go to work, let your mood be on top. Have a great day!

I would like to wish my beloved man a good mood! Let everything around you please and bring pleasure! Enjoy every moment, smile and absorb a lot of positive impressions! I love you, appreciate, adore and cherish!

My dear person, I wish you a wonderful mood and a feeling of incredible happiness, good spirits and optimism of the soul, incredible inspiration and amazing ideas, great thoughts and fun ideas.

It is my great pleasure to wish you a great day! These are not just words, because these are wishes from the heart! I am very worried that you are constantly in some business, you think about problems at work and do not even notice how everything passes by you. But there are so many joyful moments in life. I'll tell you more - every day is filled with bright and interesting moments that are worth paying attention to. You will regret when you realize how much you managed to miss while you were busy with some questions and problems. I wish you a great and productive day! Look around you and make sure that everything is just wonderful. Catch the joy in every moment, and then you will understand that life is a wonderful thing. I believe that you will begin to enjoy every day of your life. Have a good day!

Sun, I wish you a good and wonderful mood, excellent health and incredible optimism of the soul. May the smile never disappear from your face, may your heart beat in time with fun and joy, may your every day be successful and happy.

My beloved and dear little man, I wish you a wonderful mood and cheerfulness of the soul, an incredible feeling of happiness and great inspiration with our love, good luck and great luck, sweet dreams and gentle hugs.

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I'm sending you the news of the day:
Let it blow positively in the morning,
Luck, luck will love you.
For everything you get one answer - "Yes"!

Everything in the world wishes you well -
Traffic light, weather, friends.
Let the warm sun always warm,
Eyes sparkle with happiness all the time!

Let your cheerfulness not go out today,
And everyone will give a piece of goodness.
I hug you, kiss you lovingly.
Let everything be cool! Have a great day!

Let him cover his head,
A sea of ​​positive.
And they pass by,
All problems are by.

And luck is pursuing,
Since morning,
Good mood,
Will never leave.

I wish you the most wonderful and wonderful mood. Let the day pass richly and cheerfully, let the rays of love and joy illuminate the soul. I wish you strong hugs from your loved one, sweet kisses on your lips and incredible feelings of happiness in your hearts in love.

Let the mood be great,
After all, this day will only bring joy!
Let luck accompany you
And let your heart sing with happiness!

May this day be filled with good,
With a smile, only with bright colors,
With my love, sun and warmth,
And with bright, good miracles!

I wish you a good day!
Colleagues look with respect,
Will add a salary, loving,
And send you on vacation!

That you are very dear to me.
I wish you a great day!

"Wish of a good day"

There is a day for everyone:
For larks and owls,
For those who do not sleep at all
Or sleeps without seeing dreams.
The day has come for you.
Hello, I am sending you.
Good luck today
I wish you from the bottom of my heart!

May the day be successful!
Put on the best dress,
With him - fishnet stockings
And higher heels.
Although our city is not Paris,
You will conquer everyone today!

"Have a nice day poems"

Not from fuss, not from light,
Let there be more warmth!

New friends will arrive!
And it's important to be yourself!

Let the day begin with smiles,
You will avoid any mistakes!
Today will become a reality!

I wish you positive,
Meetings, communication, creativity,
In general, you understand me -
Have a wonderful day!

A man without a smile -
This is a kitchen without tiles,
This is a sea without a seagull,
This is a house without a mistress,
This is a cat without a tail,
This is a tail without a cat!
Always smile
Have a nice day!!!

I wish you a wonderful day,
May good luck trample on you,

GOOD DAY TO ALL!

Important things to be done,
Difficult tasks to be solved, -
Victories, recognition and warmth!

Waking up - smile!
And then the day will succeed!
And then on your heart
Suddenly a shadow of sadness will come down!
Birds will sing songs to you,
And flowers will bloom for you,
On the way you will meet
People of wondrous beauty.
Smile! Happiness is near!
A stone's throw from him!
You just have to smile,
Everything will come by itself!

In the morning the sun woke up,
Stretched sweetly,
Smiled again,
Walked across the sky!
Have a nice day! Good smiles! Kiss you!

Let everything be fine at work,
Let your bosses not forget to praise you!
Roads without traffic jams, excellent news,
And, as always, victories on the personal front!
Have a nice day!

"Good afternoon verses"

Tea - to taste... sugar - according to conscience!
Good morning and have a nice day!

I love you, I saw you in a dream!
I really didn't want to wake up!
Morning has come, it's time to get up, dear,
I hasten to wish you a good day soon!

Let the day go well in the morning,
Victory will be only yours!
In love, business and entertainment,
Live a day with pleasure!

"Good Day Wishes"

I wish you a good day!
Let relatives not be a burden,
Colleagues look with respect,
Let the boss give a raise,
Increase the salary, loving,
And send you on vacation!

Let the morning, having kissed you, become kind,
And people meet you with friendly smiles
And your day will be the most wonderful!

A new day will come shortly at dawn,
It brings you a good mood.
I want to say that you are magical,
That you are very dear to me.
I wish you a great day!

"Good Day"

There is a day for everyone:
For larks and owls,
For those who do not sleep at all
Ile sleeps without seeing dreams.
The day has come for you.
Hello, I'm sending you.
Good luck today
I wish you from the bottom of my heart!

May the day be successful!
Put on the best dress,
With him - fishnet stockings
And higher heels.
Although our city is not Paris,
You will conquer everyone today!

"Have a nice day poems"

Let the day start with kindness!
Not from fuss, not from light,
Let there be more warmth!
Let the day start with beauty!
Let the day be filled with business!
New friends will arrive!
And it's important to be yourself!
Because tomorrow will be another day!!!

The sun is shining in the blue sky,
Well, my friend, are you having a sweet dream?
Look out the window - that's where the beauty is!
Have a good, good day!

Let the day begin with smiles,
Anyone will avoid mistakes!
May everything you dream of
become a reality today!

I wish positive,
Meetings, communication, creativity,
In general, you understand me -
Have a wonderful day!

"Funny and funny wishes for a good day"

Man without a smile -
This is a kitchen without a tile,
This is a sea without a seagull,
This is a house without a mistress,
This is a cat without a tail,
This is a tail without a cat!
Always smile
Have a nice day!!!

I wish you a wonderful day,
May good luck trample on you,
Do not saw you, so that the authorities,
And you would lose count of money!

A keg of health mix with love!
Add some fun to this potion!
Season with success! Have a good time!
Good luck add more! Boil .

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