Uncle Styopa Part2 By S. Mickhalkov Poem by Yuri Starostin

2. Uncle Styopa - police man

Who does not meet uncle Styopa?
All meet uncle Styopa!
Everyone know that uncle Styopa
Was sometime a sailor.

That sometime earlier he lived
At the Ilyich zastava.
And that the nickname he got:
Uncle Styopa - Kalancha.

And now among the giants,
That the whole country know,
Stepan Stepanov is alive healthy-
The former naval foreman.

He walks on the raion
From the yard to the yard,
And again the epaulets is on him,
The gun with the holster is.

He have the cockade on his hat,
He's in his coat under his belt,
The emblem of the country shines on the buckle -
The sun reflected in it!

He go from the department,
And some pioneer
Opened his mouth in the amazement:
'So mi-li-tsi-o-ner! '

Uncle Styopa respect
Everyone, from an adults to a children,
Meet — by the look escorted
And they say with a smile:

- Yeah! A such growth people
To meet easy not easy!
Yeah! This fellow got
A new form to the face!
If he stand on the guard,
All will see for a mile!

The blockage near the square-
The traffic light is broken:
The yellow light lit,
And no green...

A hundred cars stand, humming -
Want move a place out.
The three, four, five minutes
They travel have not allow.

Here uncle Styopa says
To the GAI employee:
'What is it, little brother, bad?
The traffic lights are not lit!

The voice is heard to response
From the glass round booths:
- To me, Stepanov, no joke!
What should I do, give advice!

To think Stepan did not -
Get the traffic light by the arm,
Looked in the middle,
Sprained something somewhere...

The right light flashed
At this moment.
Restored the movement,
No congestion, no!

The boys told us
That the kids in Moscow called
Stepan since this case:
Uncle Styopa — the trafic lights.

What is happened?
The crying boy of the five years
At the station.
He lost the mother in the hall.
Now how to find her?

All called the police,
And it is here so here!

Slowly uncle Styopa
Lift up the baby

Lift up over him,
Over him and above the crowd
Under the high ceiling:
'Look around, son!

And the boy saw: right,
At the pharmacy boutique,
The mother wipes the tears
Lost the son.

The mom hear Kolya voice:
- Mom! Mom! That is here I am! -
Uncle Styopa was satisfied:
'Not broke up the family! '

The pupil went from the school -
The well-known naughty.
He wanted to mischief,
But didn't know a place to start from.

The two girls went from the school -
The talk girl in the white aprons.
The books and the notebooks- in the bag,
And that's all right in the notebooks.

Suddenly, their meet the naughty,
The diary have the two notes is in the knapsack,
There is no emblem on the cap,
And the strap is now without the buckle.

The pupils did not have a time
From him to step aside -
He pushed them right into the mud,
Laughing over the braids.

He hurt their for nothing
In the sight of the passers-by,
And then he saw the tram -
Pouncing on the go.
Stood by the foot on the steep
Waving in the air by another one!

He didn't know that uncle Styopa
See everything from afar.
He didn't know that uncle Styopa
Will not forgive the naughty.

From the door of the good store,
Uncle Styopa - at this moment-
Made the three huge step
Through the square straight.


He shot the madcap from the footrests
On the tram turn:
-Answer: where do you live?
What is the surname of the father?

No simple to argue simply
With the such growth sentry.

And the crack and the thunder on the river-
The ice floating and the ice breakage.

The grandma rinsed in the ice hole
The sheets by the old fashioned way.
The ice cracked -the river went,
And the granny float.

Grandma gasps and moans:
'Oh, my underwear will drown!
Oh! I am in the trouble!
Oh, help! I lost!

Uncle Styopa is in the post -
He is duty on the bridge.

Uncle Styopa through the fog
Looks afar like the captain.
Sees -the block of the ice. And
The grandma crying on the ice on the basket.

Do not describe was here!
Uncle Styopa — the arms down
Leaning for the railing,
Hung as over the abyss.

He succeed to seize in the armful
The frightened grandmother,
And the old woman behind the basket:
-I do not throw own underwear!

Uncle Styopa saved her,
And the trash and the underwear.

The guys went past the building,
That on the Revolution square,
Suddenly they look — Stepan stand,
Their favorite giant!

Everyone froze in the surprise:
'Uncle Styopa! Is it you?
Here it is not your department
And not your raion of the Moscow!

Uncle Styopa saluted,
Smiled, winked:
- I received the post of the honor! -
And now on the pavement,
There the home stands tall,
There is a tall guard!

Like the tense handkerchief,
The smooth skating rink is.
All stand up on the tribune:
Given start to the skaters.

And they run on a circle,
And the fans say friend to friend
- Look! Look!
Longest one is ahead!

Longest one is ahead,
The number 'eight' is on the chest!

Here the one strict dad
Ask his son:
Probably, these foots
The team 'Spartak' have?

The mother intervened in the talk:
The «Dynamo» have these foots.
It is a pity that our 'Spartak'
Do not overtake them in any way!

The announce do at this time:
The competitions end.
The congratulation do to Uncle Styopa:
'Well, Stepanov! Well done!


All the militia of the capital
Proud by uncle Styopa:
Stepan looks down from the height,
Gets the first prize.

Uncle Styopa, as on purpose,
Need urgent on the duty.
Who could carry on
The constable on the way?

One driver say,
A young car fan:
- To throw you to the department
I thought for the honor,
But, unfortunately,
You get no a place in my 'Moskvich'!

'Hey, Stepanov! I will throw, -
Here another driver called.-
Climb to me in the car -
In the multi-ton dump truck!

The bully appeared
In the 'Children's world' store,
There the toys are on the show.
He overturned the sledge.
He took the carnations from his pocket,
Pierced the drum.

The sold him: - Pay! -
He answers: 'I don't pay!
- Do you want in the department? '
He answers: - Yes, I want!

Only suddenly the bully
Heart beat in the chest:
Behind he saw Stepan
In the bright mirror.

-Do you want in the department?
-What do you do! Thank you! Do not want!
- Money in cash to pay!
- How much is needed? Pay!

Guard Stepan Stepanov
Was the storm for the bullies.

One morning, on Sunday,
Styopa went from the yard.
Stop! Don't move!
There is no a salvation:
The kids clung him.

Victor look on the boss,
Wrinkles his nose on the embarrassment:
'Uncle Stuopa! Sorry!
'What is it?
There is the question!

Why, coming from the Baltic fleet,
You go to the police?
Do you work
Better than this not found?

Uncle Styopa harit the eyebrows,
Squint the left eyes a little,
Says: ' Well, friends!
The question I will answer!

I'll tell you a secret,
That I serve in the police
Because this service
I find very important!

Who is with a rod and gun
On the post in the winter and summer?
Our Soviet guard -
This is the same sentry!

No wonder that avoids
A police post
And afraids a police
Which the conscience is not clean.

Unfortunately, it happens,
That scare by the police
A naughty kids.
How the parents are not ashamed?
It's stupid and annoying!
And when I hear it,
I blush up to the ears...

The boys of the second class
Have continued the conversation
With uncle Styopa more hours.
And the boys do farewell
Shouted: - goodbye!
Bye! Bye!
Uncle Styopa -the trafic lights!