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Дума про автокефалію-2


                                                                                3.
                                                                    Ну, звісно, радість!
                                                                     Слава! Нова ера!
                                                                                                   (Пани були колись
                                                                                                   У піонерах,
                                                                                                   І дай їм хоч коругву,
                                                                                                   Хоч ікону,
                                                                                                   Ведуть себе неначе
                                                                                                   Збір загону).
                                                                                                   Але були і факти
                                                                                                   Більш печальні.
                                                                                                   У церкві тій автокефальній,
                                                                                                   Що раптом виникла в столиці,
                                                                                                   Як шепотіли очевидці,
                                                                                                   Хтось невідомий
                                                                                                   Прожива.
                                                                                                   І взагалі, навкруг
                                                                                                   Такі дива,
                                                                                                   І явища такі неоднозначні,
                                                                                                   Що муторно на службі,
                                                                                                   Навіть лячно!
                                                                                                   Ну, хоч бери,
                                                                                                   І зовсім не приходь.
                                                                                                   А головне, живе там
                                                                                                   Не Господь!
                                                                                                                 4.
                                                                                                   Так! Так!
                                                                                                   Якийсь таємний пан
                                                                                                   Роздмухує усюди
                                                                                                   Фіміам.
                                                                                                   І дивиться то весело,
                                                                                                   То грізно.
                                                                                                   І очі в того пана різні,
                                                                                                   Одне червоне,
                                                                                                   Друге чорне,
                                                                                                   І причащає, нібито, народ
                                                                                                   Попкорном!
                                                                                                                  5.
                                                                                                    Довідавшись про це,
                                                                                                    Місцевая еліта,
                                                                                                    Убрана в галстуки,
                                                                                                    Твереза і умита,
                                                                                                    Прийшла для перевірки
                                                                                                    Якось зранку.
                                                                                                    А їм назустріч вийшов
                                                                                                    Наглий пан той
                                                                                                    (На ліву ногу
                                                                                                    Він трохи шкутельга):
                                                                                                    – Привіт, еліто дорога!
                                                                                                    Чом невеселі?
                                                                                                    Чом з обличчя кислі?
                                                                                                    Хотілося помісну –
                                                                                                    Це помісна!
                                                                                                    Хотілося єдину –
                                                                                                    Це єдина!
                                                                                                    А ну, падлюки,
                                                                                                    Швидко на коліна!
                                                                                                    Тут, звісно, хлопці всі упали,
                                                                                                    До панових копит припали,
                                                                                                    Лише губами плямкнули:
                                                                                                    – Невже? А дядько той ірже,
                                                                                                    Тремтить еліта…
                                                                                                    Коротше, з отих пір
                                                                                                 «Питання церкви» там було закрите.

                           
2018-05-08 11:23:00