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If you liked it, please support the author with a like and a subscription (or even a repost). * * * * The clock stopped at one o'clock How boring it is for us to lie in bed What a pity that our "Rkatsiteli" Doesn't save us this time The sofa creaks with springs The mice are scratching in the corner again Let's wake up and write together A tragicomic novel Let's come up with a plot In which we will find a place In which it will be interesting To live at least a couple of years I will love you with passionate love To the envy of the crowd When my damned runny nose disappears And also boredom and bedbugs On the ocean shores There will be a haven for us And you and I will no longer have to Think about money all the time We will not think about wine We will not heat the stove with wood And there we will be friends with bears and lions Forgetting about the future war After all, strange countries have no borders And we will not fold our feathers The darkness of low truths, as always, is more precious Than the novel that elevates us So, we write our novel We create an unthinkable miracle And on the unwashed dishes A mustachioed cockroach crawls