HARMONY,
in the cellar among the junk and kartonok
have small gray Cats born kitten.
helplessly tychas a furry pelt
blithely sucking it schaslivuyu Murka.
and a cat to synochku leaning sideways,
Shereshavym caressed his tongue.
softly song he sang
And kissed him, kissed ...
And somewhere laughing and crying people,
and somewhere out of the terrible firing guns.
policy of land divided into parts
And someone dreaming of wealth and power ...
and only in the basement under the old board
was dominated by harmony, peace and quiet ...
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