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The following major events were scheduled for the summer season at the Amphitheater:
- Competitive events in track and field, late May;
- Competitive shooting events with rifles, submachine guns, and pistols, late June;
- Beauty contest, late July.
Registration was possible any day before the event. Today, Morineru had the opportunity to watch the poetry competition. The masters of the pen took turns and recited their poems to the delight of the audience. Some did not do very well, some did not excel in oratory skills, but there were also those who could both write well and read beautifully. The last poet was a short man of middle age, apparently of Beliad origin. With a noticeable smirk on his face, he began:
For some reason, this work did not appeal to the audience, and the poet had to leave the stage to the sound of disapproving whistles.
This entertainment cost Morineru 15 Rumies.
- Competitive events in track and field, late May;
- Competitive shooting events with rifles, submachine guns, and pistols, late June;
- Beauty contest, late July.
Registration was possible any day before the event. Today, Morineru had the opportunity to watch the poetry competition. The masters of the pen took turns and recited their poems to the delight of the audience. Some did not do very well, some did not excel in oratory skills, but there were also those who could both write well and read beautifully. The last poet was a short man of middle age, apparently of Beliad origin. With a noticeable smirk on his face, he began:
Sonata, Sonata, Sonata!
Symphony of my dreams!
How I was drawn to
Your cherry and pear
But the evil Thiary
Deprived me of everything
Ah, my empress
Mistress of wet dreams
And wet fantasies
I wanted you so much
I loved you so much
But the evil Thiary...
Deprived me of everything.
Symphony of my dreams!
How I was drawn to
Your cherry and pear
But the evil Thiary
Deprived me of everything
Ah, my empress
Mistress of wet dreams
And wet fantasies
I wanted you so much
I loved you so much
But the evil Thiary...
Deprived me of everything.
For some reason, this work did not appeal to the audience, and the poet had to leave the stage to the sound of disapproving whistles.
This entertainment cost Morineru 15 Rumies.