I drink a little, friends,
For Pushkin and for Schnittke!
However, what difference does it make to us,
When the world is hanging by a thread?
Soft-boiled eggs and a bun,
A plate of butter on it,
A walk along the Velikiye Luki,
From the trills of nightingales - get drunk!
Such is the inspiration
In June, it was accidentally covered.
All the troubles, misunderstandings -
Summer rains washed away.
I drink a little, friends, to Pushkin...
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