Pushkin

Pushkin was six years old and he was a beautiful curly girl with a beautiful name Elizabeth.
Next to Elizabeth, her mother was sitting, with one hand she held a hood with a ball dress, the other, held a phone at the ear.
Lisa, swallowing the wind, was frankly missing. Electrician had just left Moscow, and her mother was constantly shaking with her friends on the phone. There were very few people in the car and the girl took me courageously:

Why do you have a woman’s bag?

Mother, not disconnecting from the phone, without enthusiasm complained:

“Lisa, don’t stick to uncle.

I objected to:

- Well you, she doesn't bother me at all, on the contrary, for conversations and the road is more fun.

Mom satisfied and no longer returned from the depths of her phone intrigues.

I answered:

This is not a woman’s or a man’s bag, it’s a camera bag.

Then Lisa told me that she and her mother were in Moscow for a dance contest and that she took fourth place there. The girl asked the railway questions, and I answered in detail: Why the rails knock, why they need spades, and why the electric car clings to the wires.
Then she proposed:

Uncle, let’s play something.

I, not thinking long, offered to play in the cities, but the matter did not go with us, because Lisa did not know any city except Oditsovo and Moscow. Then I offered to play rhythms and quickly explained what rhythm is.
The girl immediately understood and with the speed of the computer began to issue very unusual, but philigranous rhythms to any, the most difficult words. At that time I felt something wrong, but I didn’t look, and Lisa said:

- Just rhythms - it's not interesting, let's tell me a word, and I'll come up with a little verse with that word.

Not too self-confident for a six-year-old girl? I thought and immediately decided to start with something more difficult:

- Well, invent me a verse with a word... with a word, say, a buyer.
What is it?
He is such a man, his name is Buyer.

Lisa closed her eyes and without any pause, directing herself with her hand, expressed:

A buyer looked at me under my coat.
But I was not afraid,
There is a cover...

I just stumbled and felt like Mr. Salleri listening to Mozart’s Requiem.
Neither I nor any of my acquaintances, except, probably, Dima Bykova, would have been able to issue something like this, and here the six-year-old Pushkin in the electric car.
Pushkin’s mother moved and, without breaking away from the phone, said:

“Lisa, next time we go out, say goodbye to uncle, don’t forget the windshield and let’s go.

The girl stood up from the bench and quickly spoke:

- Let us soon, or let us go out, the last word, so that I can compose the last verse.

I, not yet to the end of the shower, burned out the absolutely unthinkable:

The spider Corchagin.
What is a spider?
- It's also a man, Pavka, well, Paul is the name, and Korchagin is the surname. The spider Corchagin.

Pushkin sneezed, closed his eyes and expressed:

In the house where Pavka Korchagin lived,
It was dark,
Only the sticks hit...

Good bye Uncle.

After Lisa and my mother got out, I came to myself for half an hour, I barely stopped, because such a level of rhythm could be given by at least Vysotsky, and that, not immediately, but after a sleepy night.
At least she would soon be explained that she is Pushkin.
Ay da Lisa, Ay da Suki son...