Leonid Filatov. About Fedot-Archer, swashbuckling young man (№ 340337)

I again about Sagittarius!
No trouble my end!
Because I'm ill,
Because sleeping with the face.
What, scoundrel, cunning -
All around the noses wiped!
How you're not conjured,
And he got that rug!
Though he and goose.
And head to cook a whale.