Summer is sitting on a stump hot, lazy, chewing a blade of grass. I sit down next to him.
I tell him: & quot; Look, let us be clear after all!
Here is a silly thing ... The enemy - my tongue as pomelo,
But something I do not want you back here so took - and gone!
If you want to - let's find a compromise:
Can vrednichat
and rain,
You can be cool, polite -
it is not necessary to go!
Well, if you do so it is necessary if we really suffocate in a kennel,
Let's at least not in September.
And it is better not even in November.
If you need somewhere - that can, in March,
Okay, perebezlEtyu one spring ...
But then - is undesirable. I love you ... how to say something ... Well ... & quot;
Summer spits out a blade of grass, squinting quizzically,
He says: & quot; Ha ha!
What, my deathly pale, fell in love with me? Condescended to verse?
Are you & quot;, - says, - & quot; perenyuhala smoke some burning hut?
Since when did for you & quot; love & quot; well & quot; keep to yourself & quot;? & quot;
And then I stick his nose in his robe and start your
& Quot; a sob-sob & quot ;,
I inhale its perfume - fragrance of flowering linden trees,
And then, narevevshis plenty, head in his lap - bang!
It blinks lazily chewing on a blade of grass, absently stroking his forehead,
And I lie, I look like on the saucer sky sun spreads honey
And I think: & quot; Prior to September is still far-oh-oh!
Maybe even change his mind - and will not leave! & Quot;