I'm standing in a dilapidated apartment:
The walls are broken, the whole parquet is broken.
I woke up in the morning with thoughts of peace,
And he crashed his head, seeking an answer.
I fought my head, trying to think.
In an empty head, at least something to wake.
And it was painful, empty, but without thoughts,
As in Shakespeare- "To beat or not to beat?"
And what a morning I wake up stupidly,
Yesterday I did not become a teacher.
Baska empty, morning thought sparingly.
Or maybe he did not wake up? Just got up?
And beat your head or do not fight,
You'll never be smarter,
I woke up in the morning, laugh happily!
But do not live a fool for a year!
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go