(posv. A. Z.)
Connecting rod mechanism, unable to withstand a hangover,
Once tied, suddenly realized that the poet,
And, having invited the Muse to visit, starting with a poem,
He turned to a poem about the dreams of past years.
Then were born chorus: and the fables, and prebaceni,
And ode sonorous singing rushed from the heart.
He even started the tank in Yin lying on the mattress,
And tanks like wound up, but did not go.
"Hell in the Hawk..." he decided, a novel in verse us popping out,
And small boring stanzas cycle, about anything and nothing.
He even wrote an Opera, Bayan from the dust "you"; in»,
And I think I should finish-I talked to the doctor.
And, in General, the moral is simple, imposed by the plot.
Who does not risk, does not drink – who drinks risks everything!
Not hungover man suddenly can become a poet,
And this is not alcoholism, not treated by anything!