Victor Tafintsev. (№ 367575)

A white sail gleams,
Someone threw it in his native land -
Ordinary people, he far.
A long time he was an officer in the ranks,
Sawed all and even more
Competition process.
We have made life harder and harder
And so they sailed away finally.
"Farewell, unwashed Russia!" -
Told us the sail and sailed...
In France, where the sky is blue
Dived into one of the local villas.