Here you will find thePoemChildren Songof poet Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Why is that quinsy?s mouth red like fire? Isn?t it because it?s chewing betel? Let the new fiancée of my father Hurry up so they can meet each other He?ll extend to her a hearty welcome, Welcome her with rice, he will not hit her. It?s my mother who will poke her eyes out, She will rip the guts out of her stomach.
