Відео

PIENIĄDZE NA LOKATACH NIGDY NIE BYŁY PEWNE.

Marian Załucki Załucki Marian was born on May 5, 1920 in Kołomyja. In early youth was spent in Lviv. The poet, satirist, author of "Horse poem", "Pinch muse," "Homeland mockery," "I told you so", "Restless skull", "I'm sorry I was joking", "Do you likes Załuckiego?". After the war he lived in Krakow, where he made his debut in the Satirical Theatre presenting their poems. In the years 1956-1967 he performed in a cabaret Vagabond, and since 1962 in the theaters of Warsaw Buffo, Siren and cabarets "U Lopka", "Dudek" and popular programs Afternoon tea at the microphone, to know each other, Guess zgadula. He has traveled to USA, Canada, UK, France, Israel, Czechoslovakia and Russia, presenting his work Polonia audience. He collaborated with Przekrój, Szpilki and Literary Life. He died on April 13, 1979 in Warsaw. Even after death, in 1985, published a collection of poems and kpinki mockery.

trojden11 Thank you very much! We have come across 6 78 records of him speaking and an audience laughing and clapping. We couldn't find much in English on him. Thank you for that information.

Sophia Yates I quote here one of his texts. Polish Divorce Marian Załucki Already I'm free! The seventh day. Divorce itself took place without argument, without a scuffle. The difference of views on my person. The reason - it's me. As such. That production! The end of slavery for the spirit and the body, So no - not always a man to sold! The court gave me a divorce, the wife gave me. A Housing Authority has not given. You can have your own opinion in Poland, but it is difficult to apartment no! But all OK - means: horses easier. Because even further along, but in a different role: a stranger, stranger, "You will ..." "You will ..." From today, we sleep on the jack! We have no connection - everything except common shares linen ... And so little discussion about the issue of "Whose pillow?" "Whose bag?" - and have complete freedom to breathe is independent of my half of the bed. In the morning rub sweet sleep from his eyes: he woke up another free man! Although due to the polemic, which is half of whose towel - but elegant ... no complaints, no scream. Let them not think that I love her more! Thus mutantur tempora ... I now come to her like a lady: no threats, no fuss! Well, it's hard not to love longer ... On the contrary, they cleaned, I can take rubbish ... How could we not help the foreign woman ?! Sometimes the florist some weed. And seeing her puzzled face, smile ... seductively! Let him know, damn, that is not his wife! And so I fajno until sweaty hands ... No one told me nags, not instruct. There's an independent woman in the bathroom, here I am - an independent at the keyhole! (Not without reason, not without chrapki: I always liked foreign womens!) I strain my eyes a bit, because short ... Nice, damn, they divorced! Alluring waist - and arms ... It's obvious that no wife! And she also happens and any nicer, and attentive. Once even, seeing my amours, she asked me: "Are not you sick?" I only regret remember, frying for two karmenadle, lost years already in a terrible marriage amen our Stadler: nothing but żarliśmy every day, eternal grievances and problems ... And today? Otherwise! ... It's nice, in line ... It may even retrieve?

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