Nikolay Rubtsov
Good Phil
I remember, as a miracle,
The forest farm
I dozed off happily
Between animal road...
There in the hut of wood,
Without claims and benefits
So, no gas, no bathroom
Good Phil lives.
Phil loves the beast
Eating any food
Phil walks in the valley
Phil blows in tune!
The world so fair,
Not much to cover...
— Phil, that silent?
— And what to talk about?
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