To the daughter of 4th grade the composition was asked with the theme:"With a thought about Yesenin."I wrote a verse)
Speaking of Autumn.
With the thought of autumn, I get up from the bed.
For breakfast, I think of Sergei.
I think a lot of poetry.
With the thought of Autumn, I cross the road.
I am in this world, he is in this world.
When I think of Autumn, I will buy a coat.
Where is he there? Maybe in hell.
When I think of autumn, I eat food.
I’m thinking about autumn lessons.
Only when I think of Lenin.