Rome taps with a finger on the surface of the water. One of his daughters replaced me with someone who is not at all like me, but she speaks to him using my name, few were convinced, only one squirrel protested mutely. I remained a mess, but everything was settled. Rome himself corrected my actions, adapted them to the new situation, distributed my verses among the poets of Rome, it was successfully carried out without any problems. And the dead are the most diligent students.
War lies in wait, pretending to sleep.
The first days of summer. Heaps of raspberries. I wait and write letters to abstractions. No more concessions. Check, not now.