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V nochnoi tishi, pred monitorom,
Zabyv ob otdyhe i sne,
Sidit muzhik, i s mutnym vzorom,
Kusaet nogti pri lune.
Reshaet vazhnye zadachi,
Utknuvshis' nosom v terminal.
A po nemu Marusya plachet-
On ei zhenit'sya obeshal.
No on vse formuly vyvodit,
I telegrammy ei ne shlet,
Vsu noch' s programmoi kolobrodit,
I do utra ee e$$t.
On otkazalsya ot min'eta,
I vsyakih prochih vazhnyh blag,
I nevdomek emu, chto gde-to
Shmolyat kosyak i p'yt kon'yak.
O, programmist, bor'be s vindami
Ty posvyati dosug dnevnoi,
A noch' otdai-Prekrasnoi Dame:
Ei nadoelo spat' odnoi.

(Zhena programmista)