Julia Agapova
My life
Along small small houses of city
The bird cherry violently blossoms.
Good girl Julja
In the street ours lives.
Smile of the lights up
Also pleases all around
And to everyone gives heat
From tender gentle hands.
Not in vain with approvingly cheerful
Neighbours look from a window,
When for work loved
In hop she runs.
In a window pane being reflected,
On the world goes slowly
Good girl Julja.
Yes than she is good?
You know as Julja draws?
To it Putin the portrait has ordered.
And as we julja is going -
With it beside nobody stood.
From daddy taste refined has got to it.
From mum - skill to sew.
As grandfather Julja shoots perfectly,
As the grandmother can love!
Ask about it the husband,
That together with it lives.
It with a name it lie
And with a name it rises.
Not without reason on stone plates,
Where the lovely boot went,
"Good girl Julja", -
With love it has written.
My life
