Alik Yakubovich. Flying fish (№ 69306)

Spring woke drippings outside the window.
I had to get up and run in the yard.
And worn all day in puddles,
And wet feet,
And getting throat
And a whole week not to go to school
To all you jealous.
He boldly stood up
And found in the corridor youngest daughter,
Which slyly pulled the rubber boots.