In the backwoods, exhausted lean life,
exhausted belly,
I do not soar - sitting eagle
I bolen idleness proud.
Shore supply paper,
Strain inspiration alien,
I rarely go to Parnassus,
And only a great need.
But your intricate manure
I am pleased Shchekotov nose:
Khvostov he reminds,
Father toothy pigeons,
And my spirit again pozyvaet
By bowel movement earlier days.
