Cut with a laser,

There is snow in the face.

Before I stop,

Not drowning shoes in the snow?



A plate is waiting for me at home.

Teller of peanut with white bull;

In the legs - a rubber heater,

It is soft under the chair.



In the iron bath there are two seals.

From there a villa with a lodge.

There are drinks and bottles of water.

She finished my lunch.



I will lay in a circle,

The “Cobzar” of Shevchenko –

Poetry of Petrara level

And Valentine Matvienna.