July 30th, 2015

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Эта ноша - словно тяжкий камень,
А вина - как неподъемный груз.
Знаю, что туманным утром ранним
Я однажды все-таки вернусь

Посмотреть на голые березы,
Повидать знакомого бобра
Глупо веря, что еще не поздно
Завершить забытые дела

По ресницам теплый дождь стекает.
Я не в силах это выносить.
И знакомый номер набираю -
у любви прощения просить.

Подниму я мокрые ресницы,
загляну в зеленые глаза...
И пойму - мне это только снится.
Я не знаю, что тебе сказать.

И в подушку закричу "Довольно!"
Стонет слов поверженная рать.
Знаешь ли, невыносимо больно
память по кусочкам собирать

Shame of My Bug (based on Sting song "Shape of My Heart")

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взят у stihi в Shame of My Bug (based on Sting song "Shape of My Heart")
He writes a code as a meditation
And those he works for never suspect
He doesn't code for the money he earns
He doesn't code for respect

He writes code lines to find the answer
The balance between maths and art
The usage for years being released just once
The team beats as one heart

I know that some threads are the reason for deadlocks
I know that some code smells like "WhatTheHack"
I know that some linkage causes memory leakage
But that's not the shame of my bug

He may fix the batch of minors
He may add UI that sells
He may skip an issue as "Won't Fix"
While the memory of it fades

I know that some threads are the reason for deadlocks
I know that some code smells like "WhatTheHack"
I know that some linkage causes memory leakage
But that's not the shame of my bug

And if I told you that I loved it
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm leaving out these Scrum interfaces
I use the human one

Green unit tests prove nothing
Our dogfooding proves the worst
But the release was promised in too many places
Let's publish its blogpost

I know that some threads are the reason for deadlocks
I know that some code smells like "WhatTheHack"
I know that some linkage causes memory leakage
But that's not the shame of my bug