National Poet

Flowers - for Alexis! A goblet of kvass Starorussky! Potatoes and carrots and turnips, cause he Doesn't eat flesh! Elected by people so holy and free, and so cocky! By hooligans clogged and the lucrative junta of local! He survived it all even Dickens could have only dream of! And Mother of God came to him from the sky in his forty! He saved many guys, and he flew as a bird, to them, lofty, And to understand him - you need to be born twice - you got it? His light dazzles you, even when It's translated to English - You 'll hear His voice from the sky so pure to listen!