I remember well the night we met.
You flew through the sky on a broom.
I looked at you from Nevsky Prospekt,
And it seemed like my doom.
Stars flashing showed you the right path,
You carelessly planned over the city.
To calculate your flight you need to know math,
You really were a charming pretty.
I watched you fly in great amazement,
Hidden in the darkness of the night.
The show went on for a long time, not a moment.
That's how it all happened, right?
Now your broom is covered in dust in the closet,
And you gradually turn into a marmoset.
23.04 30.
P.S. Picture from the internet
For Masha - 3
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