Ростислав Чебыкин - Мышка
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From nine rustling behind the keyboard
Our office mouse-norushka.
On the screen, all accounts and textures,
Yes, on Skype, conversations with a girlfriend.

In the distance, some smoke
The Internet hangs.
Sisadmin will regret
He will treat the pies.
Eh, what if if he ...
Only the husband will not forgive:
Also I am Othello, damn it.

There were years - barbecue and condensed milk,
Yes, they were steamed by other things.
I call: well, take it from the extension, -
He replies that again a meeting.

In the distance, some smoke
Either slush and dirt.
Sisadmin turned up -
I fell into it.
Eh, Martini or Gene -
I would have drunk so
But the figure and the regime.

She sat down to the beginning of the eighth,
Gathering where, did not decide.
That everything is so stupid in the world,
What is so irreparably false?

In the distance, some smoke
Gray hair and glasses ...
The brothers Grimm will not write
About her fairy tales.
We’ll forgive the office mice
The emptiness of their longing
And a little silence.