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< Yulia Mironenko



Nine bulls wandered in the marshes - First ate treacherous swamps
Eight bulls came upon the trail - Second siren with a captivated
Seven saw his shadow - Third bull vanished in the black edge
Six were caught with a star - Fourth was wallowing in the garden
Five together butting horns - Fifth, obstinate, was a bit
Batog Four bulls frolicking playfully - Sixth dozed off under a spreading willow
Three bulls have forgotten your house - suddenly became the seventh non-bull
Two oxen devoured each other - Eighth disappeared from outside
meadows What remains, not put into words - Ninth disappeared without seeing the second
. And I came to the meadow to walk a cow
Happy, eternally drunken cow
Cow loved to walk on water
Cow wine treats everywhere
Cow's milk gave his
Cow scherilas all widely
Cow mad eyes shone:
Anyone who knows - thinks.