to my English teacher Andrew Bones
He is not very fit
To prepare him and eat.
But who needs a dish from his meat?
He's not enough tall
To play well basketball.
But who can't go to the wall?
And he hates snow and ‘каша',
So he's leaving soon Russia ...
What could upset more me and Sasha?
We have done our best,
But he says like a pest
That he's dreaming about his rest.
Maybe we were bad
Distressing the lad?
And he thought we were really mad ...
Everything has the end -
We don't have to pretend:
We will lose our teacher and friend.
Декабрь, 1995 (написано на отъезд преподавателя)
Другу и учителю английского
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