I put on the palm with no effort
tightly swaddled in a warm pack.Middle
he has a surname,
But that's still no name ...
name is found.It's not the question.
main thing is that the boy is born!
angle slightly open the package,
visible only pacifier so a button-nose ...
The garden evening shadows creep,
sleeps and does not know the lad week,
What cribs sit in awe
Gordo frozen mother and father!
Before, I was laughing, meeting parents,
too biased to their babies.
I told them: "You are just pests,
main thing - self-control, austerity regime!"
So I taught.But now, finally,
in our room lad cried,
Where is our exposure?Is Well we are strict?
place of rest - continuous alarm ...
... my boy sleeps in the country under the pines,
pacifier clenched toothless gums.
world before it spread roads
With joy, grief, peace, troubles ...
No!Do not go it footpath curves.
Happiness himself, he will produce another:
forge happiness as a blacksmith in a forge!
I believe in the happiness of
I believe with all my heart!On I - father!