Подвиг разведчика - Scout’s Feat (Heroic act)
On a weekday noon I woke up standing.
Again I confused the matress with the wall.
I alone came out of drinking spree,
But - here you go! - today is a weekend.
And time went not shaky and not rolly. =)
In the kitchen burned liver pie.
Squeaked the world of communal apartments,
And slippers purred by the feet.