Go to me, my friend fluffy,
You were called by me a name Afonya,
You ask from me to eat,
My friend fluffy each time.
And you were born in the house,
Where now there lives my friend,
And as it was pleasant to me
To itself home to carry you.
You were then such powerless,
Later half a year you grew up,
Now you run, as an elephant,
More precisely, you run, as an elk,
I can't precisely tell,
You began how to run.
You to me were given by the best friend,
When to you there was a month.
And here now, later half a year,
When I suddenly will take you in hand,
That at once I remember the friend.
Afonya
© Copyright: Константин Андреевич Квейкин, 2013
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