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проверке, \nБлондин решил их проучить слегка. \n\nПришли они, Блондин их подзывает: \n«Где были вы, кто разрешил идти?». \n«Вы нам простите, больше мы не будем». \n«Прощу», — ответил, но мыслил: «Погоди». \n\nНа второй день, собрав свою десятку, \nон на расправу к немцу их повёл.\n«Пропали мы, нам больше не вернуться — \nза кусок хлеба нам конец пришёл». \n\nНо, к сожалению, все домой вернулись, \nтам угощение ждало их на ять.\nБлондин готовил вкусный сладкий завтрак \nсвоей десятке — крепких 25. \n\nШомпол свистел, и стоны раздавались. \nИ по ребятам плач и страх ходил. \nА в стороне сидел Блондин довольный, \nчто непослушных так ловко проучил","format":"text/plain","label":{"en":["Partial 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beg for food) they run like rabbits.\n\nSo once, on their day off, this brave Ten\nWent running to the village.\nWhen the Blond learned of it at the inspection\nHe decided to teach them a little lesson.\n\nWhen they returned, the Blond was waiting:\n“Where have you been, who gave you permission?”\n“We beg: forgive us, it won’t happen again.”\n“I shall forgive,” he said, but thought: “Just you wait.”\n\nThe next day he got his Ten together,\nAnd brought them to the German to be judged.\n“We are lost, doomed, never to return!\nFor a piece of bread we’ll meet our end.”\n\nBut, alas, every one of them returned,\nAnd a delightful treat awaited them.\nThe Blond prepared a tasty breakfast\nFor each of his Ten — 25 hard ones.\n\nThe ramrod whipped, and the moans wheezed.\nAnd our gang went down in tears and terror.\nTo the side the Blond was sitting, smiling, satisfied,\nHaving taught these naughty Ten such a tidy lesson.","format":"text/plain","label":{"en":["Partial 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