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Let`s look for “cranberry“ in popular songs?

As it is known from Dumas`s stories - the father about his stay in Russia, he sat somehow on a bench in a shadow of a branchy cranberry. Much water has flowed under the bridges since then on pipes of the Russian water supply systems, but “cranberry“ in songs, in verses is not present and will blaze a crimson spark.

I offer you several popular songs in which I noticed this or that “cranberry“. before reading in article what this “cranberry“ consists in, I very much advise you to try to find it and to compare to my answer. I understand as “cranberry“ only the actual mistake , but grammatical turns, accents, syntax and spelling, not incorrect or unusual to the Russian speech. So, we will begin with a remarkable song of Alexander Rosenbaum:

the Cossack captain

Under an alder dozed off a Cossack captain very young,

Bent the head to a kind saddle. do not awake with

the Cossack, your nobleness,

He in a dream sees the house, the mother yes to a vetl...

He in a dream sees Don and stripes of a dedova,

Yes of brothers - the spoiled children who saddled tyn,

Yes the sister, the maid is hefty harmful From which

the lad got away in bushes.

Do not awake, the ataman, a Cossack captain true,

It saved you from death in dashing fight.

Moreover will preserve one hundred times, probably, do not awake with

, the ataman, you the destiny.

Bushes Ivan - tea pink blazed,

Yes from not mowed herbs lasts fog,

Dozed off under an alder a Cossack captain on a rozdykha, do not awake with

the friend, the ataman!

So, where here “cranberry“? And here it: the lyrical hero addresses the ataman “your nobleness“. And the Cossack captain which, judging by the text, is subordinated the ataman was titled, according to tables of ranks as the official 8 - go a class - high-nobleness! Their nobleness cannot awake a Cossack captain in any way - with! Only on alarm, but then already without sentimentality...

do not play the fool, America

Lyube Group, words A. Shaganov

do not play the fool, America,

Here those valenoks, you freeze probably.

That Siberia that Alaska - two coast,

Banning, vodka, an accordion and a salmon.

Do not play the fool, America,

Behind the seas you miss, it seems.

That Siberia that Alaska - two coast,

of the Woman, horses, expanse in way!

Tyomna Street, maids are clear heads, Ljubo`s

- we will expensively dance a quadrille.

That Siberia that Alaska - two coast,

the Wedding, eh - the misted bubble.

There is a lot of matter, red at us, All shirts we will sew

to you, friends.

Eh, crown of the Russian Empire...

Ekaterina, you were not right.

Do not play the fool, America,

we will not offend to whom speak,

Give - a zemlitsa to Alyasochk, Give

- darling backwards!
the myth is Very hardy

that Alaska to Americans was sold by Catherine II. But this is slander on its Imperial Majesty: her great-grandson - Alexander II in 1867 sold this territory. Ekaterina there is nothing at all.

the Indian culture

V. Vysotsky

What is famous for

the Indian culture?

Here, say, Shiva - multihands, is sharp-toothed. Still the actor we know

, Raj of Kapoor,

I a caste of yogis - strange of castes.

They say that before yogas could

of Nothing not a bravsha in a mouth - year,

A they break now a record - All eat

and drink the whole year.

A that we? And we it is not worse than many. We can not fill up

night too.

I wander numerous yogas, it is, however, very difficult for

to distinguish them.

can the yogi of pieces Much.

Here one laid down suddenly recently,

already lies the Third day - shame,

Well, and he to itself(himself) lies, sleeps. I know

Ya that at them there is a lot of secrets,

to Talk with the yogi of thetas on thetas!

even poison does not affect the yogi,

On poisons at it immunity.

Under water does not breathe hour - time,

is not sensitive on words - two.

If feels that the old man, suddenly

Will tell:“ Stop!“ And at the very same time - a corpse.

Ya asked the tipsy yogi

(He razors, nails ate, as sausage):“ Listen to

, the friend, open to me, it - god, myself in a grave secret I will carry away

C!“

the answer to my question Was simple,

But quarreled we with it in a smoke.

Ya could open the answer that,

But the yogi ordered to keep a secret. Here.

Remarkable song. Only there is no caste of yogis in India. And there is a doctrine of the same name and corporally - spirituality. Castes in India only 5: shudra (handicraftsmen), vaysh (dealers), kshatriya (soldiers), bramina (scientists) and rajahs (governors).

Lieutenant Golitsyn

M. Zvezdinsky.

The fourth days flare villages,

Burns under legs the Don earth.

do not lose courage, the lieutenant Golitsyn,

the Cornet Obolensky, pour some wine.

do not lose courage, the lieutenant Golitsyn,

the Cornet Obolensky, pour some wine.

Familiar faces flash the Arbat,

From avenues of the Gipsy come into houses. Give to

glasses, the lieutenant Golitsyn,

the Cornet Obolensky, pour some wine. Give to

glasses, the lieutenant Golitsyn,

the Cornet Obolensky, pour some wine.

And somewhere horses rush to Jara.

Well what became sad, my young cornet?

A in our rooms sit commissioners

I of our girls conduct in an office.

A in our rooms sit commissioners

I of our girls conduct in an office.

Over Don gloomy we go a squadron,

On fight Russia - the country inspires. Distribute to

cartridges, the lieutenant Golitsyn,

the Cornet Obolensky to put on awards. Distribute to

cartridges, the lieutenant Golitsyn,

the Cornet Obolensky to put on awards.

Ah, Russian sun, great sun!

the Ship - the Emperor stiffened as an arrow.

the Lieutenant Golitsyn, or perhaps we will return,

- Why to us, the lieutenant, others earth?

the Lieutenant Golitsyn, or perhaps we will return,

Why to us, the lieutenant, others earth?
Vladimir Rogoza in the article “Why a Cornet Obolensky Could Not Put on an Award?“ gave to

on this subject an irrefragable answer.

the Squadron

Gazmanov Oleg

the Squadron of my thoughts of crazy

Not of lattices to it not barriers,

I cannot Hold dashing racers,

Let fly, let fly!

my thoughts - my racers

to put spurs to you there is no need,

you a pace rush and do not recognize a bridle.

my thoughts my racers,

As if sparks, will light this night,

Overtakes madness of winds of intoxicated

the Squadron of my thoughts crazy! to Nobody me to hold

,

A my thoughts will whirl away me afar

Can be I back I will not return any more,

As is not a pity as it is not a pity...

Eh, stray my thoughts,

you as years, you are carried away away,

From dawn in a decline, from a decline through night

Rush away.

my thoughts - my racers,

As if sparks, will light this night

the Squadron of my thoughts crazy Overtakes madness of winds of intoxicated

!

with

Me in this song was pleased by the phrase “you a pace rush“. Just the same sense is made by the phrase “you gait go“. The pace is a gait of a horse: step, lynx, gallop, pit. Without instruction what pace thoughts of the hero rush, the phrase is ridiculous and senseless.

You learn it

Korni Group

You learn, you learn its

It loves the timid speech

Application of the wood in the river of vertical

her handwriting machine petroglyphic

its profile as a dream of silence

You learn, you learn its

It loves jam from caress

Arithmetics, summer and experiences of

I blood her emerald eyebrows

Ear under the sign of the moon

You recognize her from one thousand

its image on heart is cut by

You recognize it from one thousand

by words, by eyes, on a voice

its image on heart is cut by

Aromas of a gladiolus.

You learn, you learn its

She loves river hours

Signal a rain in a dark arbor.

lasts Fall in the locked cage

Long, long till the spring.

You recognize her from one thousand

its image on heart is cut by

You recognize it from one thousand

by words, by eyes, on a voice

its image on heart is cut by

Aromas of a gladiolus.

You recognize her, it your

Here only you will need to believe

Though slightly - slightly in the good luck

Who looks for and trusts receives

is not differently, you learn its

You recognize it from one thousand

by words, by eyes, on a voice

its image on heart is cut by

Aromas of a gladiolus.
Everything is good

and gladioluses do not smell...

And, finally, homework:

- radial

Igor Irtenyev

On Paveletskaya - radial

Among Ionic columns

Stood On Paveletskaya the man ideal

I drank threefold cologne.

It was the underestimated growth,

With the person similar to flint. Odette`s

resolutely and simply -

Pants,

of the Galosh

I a belt.

In it is mute all value had,

of Doprezh unknown to me,

A somewhere music rattled

I children of drop in a dream.

And it stood,

of the Masculine gender,

In the singular,

I impartial freedom

Burned on his persons.

You will find “cranberry“?