Artyom.
To the military doctor Artyom Chechko (whose birthday is today).
While I was learning to sew gold buttons,
Artyom learned to sew soldiers' faces.
They don't talk about it in work classes.
(And it's not like you were told in the medical department).
While I was choosing between a rapper and a poet,
Between a skirt and pants, a cappuccino and a latte.
Under the guys who collected Frankenstein Artyom,.
The black earth cracked and grenades exploded.
then,.
When the homework teacher gave Artyom B,.
The sky laughed at the seams like a watermelon.
Russian troikas emerged from the cracks.
Yes, they felt like a weight of snow on their shoulders.
And little Artyom was sad beforehand,.
He went apple picking in the back yard of the school.
And when they encountered worms and rot,
Shoot them to the sky - peaceful and big.