To all limits.
Kashchei warmed themselves by the GO,
Kashchei warmed themselves.
Like summer swarms of midges
Fly to the flame,
Blocks of all kinds gathered
Around the road frame.
And the tower-comp attacked from the corner,
But in the heat of temptation,
He played the most important match like a crab -
Absurdly
And two slippers fell
With a thud on the floor
And the sweat and tears of a novice
Were dripping on the keyboard.
For a quick exit to the center, by me,
Shadows fell,
Loss of troops, an incorrect skill -
A clash of tempos.
Kir from another world watched,
At the mighty respawn,
He saw how the cherry tree blossomed,
The clouds disappeared,
The stream gurgled and the reeds sang,
The birds were circling,
Only at the GO, like in a terrible dream...
Kashchei warmed themselves.
*Based on Winter Night