When I was a student, I worked in a circus.

People there work miserably - and here's a time

There was a crown in a circus with a broken wing.

The owner carried him with him everywhere, almost taking a bath with him.

And one day the crown began to repeat some sounds (which he

I probably liked it).

It imitates the door that opens, then a phone call, then learned

The sound of a broken lamp.

Over time, the sounds became more and more.

And one day the crown mastered the sound of a whispering and at the same time

The shooting fighter.

There was even a number in the circus.

The crown was flying under the dome and picking the clowns, then the public.

All this accompanied by shooting.

The kids were delighted.

He apparently liked it himself.

But the number did not last long.

The bird learned to speak the spicy words it began to comment on

their speeches.

And if you want the phrase-A, I knock on it and it becomes purple in a speck.

It corresponded to the performance.

He is like a turtle god.

No longer fit.

Number is closed.

Maybe the bird is still alive, I don’t know.

Student years have passed.