For trying some sort I was called to the court,
Bringing there all my pledges and reasons.
But because of my age they objected my pledge.
Finally I was sentenced to prison.
At the in nightmarish jail in a tiny dark cell
Every evening I dream, how soon to be free.
But at last I am free, I unfortunately see:
It was better to live in the jail.
The Jail
© Copyright: Николай Андреевич Гардба, 2020
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