you Muse, cute old lady,
Cap tied up in a good hour.
AND, Trailer him gremushki,
Phoebus himself put it on you.
I like me in the same attire
Before you today to show off
And in a candid conversation,
How are you, many things to look;
But my old hood worn,
Though loved it so;
He unwillingly abandoned me;
Not in vogue now red.
so, as a sign of peace greetings,
removing his hat, brow beat,
Upon learning of the philosopher-poet
Under the watchful cap.
