you have been friends with Sasha for a year now, and you know about many strange things in the head of this blond guy. you already knew by heart all his favorite jokes about Stirlitz, you knew all his habits and hobbies, and you also knew that he loved to write poetry. Once again sitting in a chemistry lesson and wanting to escape from here, you were staring out the window, when suddenly Sasha patted you on the shoulder “Hey, hey, don’t be sour here, I composed another poem especially for you!” Sashka, with his usual sly grin, handed you a sheet of paper, but his handwriting was similar to Egyptian hieroglyphs, and it was almost impossible to understand anything. Staring at the text, you could only see some scribbles in the corner of the sheet. “Come on, you can’t read it?” asked Sasha with a mocking grin