Well, again, spring, rooks, Soul vague yearning, And garderobchik update, Hard asks - even cry! Duty carries the flowers Lawful husband, and sons, without food in the morning, Scurry uselessly at the plate... Oh, not good! For this day Not to pay a year with them, Because thirst tormented feat, Forgetting their business and laziness, They have the bells and whistles, of Course out of love for me you don't dream in a nightmare... so many Products spoil, Nadar crap, But it was not used other troubles, will Survive and friends... And, still, spring, rooks, Soul vague yearning, it's Nice to be the crown of creation at Least once a year for all men! Apparently this will be a gift from my men along with me "Scarlett March 8".