(autobiographical)
Grew, from troubles fenced off,
Cherished like a flower,
The Princess and the pea,
My favorite daughter.
Not fit for work,
Effeminate and capricious,
Grew up behind seven bolts
Far from real life…
She was allowed a lot of things -
Spoiled beyond measure.
Stubbornness and willfulness
Ruffled my parents nerves…
How did mother miss it? –
Love came without looking back;
And it's not the bolts,
And in its free habit!
Here beat your forehead against the wall -
She said, " I Love you, period!
I'm going North to see him!»
And my daughter slammed the door.
…………………………....
And & nbsp; life-at & nbsp; Christ in the bosom –
Ended quickly very;
And the North wind at once to it
Such slaps in the face!
From a warm cozy bedroom
Dived into a snowdrift with a head…
And instead of boots – boots,
And instead of a cafe-a shed.
And skis are not for freestyle skiing,
And to trail off road,
Overnight in a tent-stay here
The Princess and the pea!
Nastelit under the sleeping bag lipnicka
And he sleeps on it without feeling his feet…
Well, how do you like it, daughter-honey,
I forgot my " I don't want to!"?
About how difficult it is-not a line
writes our good-for-nothing:
Silent stubborn daughter
And he doesn't share his happiness…
Biting his lip until it bled,
And clenched fists frostbitten.
Goes for his love
Princess-already without a pea…