Fresh masterpiece of the star of Uglich poetry! For you, connoisseurs of beauty:

I rode today in a minibus,
Ie was sitting in the back seat.
It would seem that blasphemies do not go,
But someone has napperded in the interior.

I tried in vain to overpower
The lock of that minibus window.
And on the salon grows
Meanwhile, the smell of shit.

Stinky, like the asshole's ass,
Sudden, like a back blow,
I permeated every cell
That stink-fecal kumar.

Stinked as if in a salon
Gafurov Said was lying.
Suffering passengers
Even Hades was sympathetic.

My nose was tearing apart,
A fecal fire burned in it.
Smeridit is so, it happens, in July
Not every Tatar market!

But here is my stop,
Oh gods, the salvation has come!
Friends, do not fart in minibuses
That all of us were fine.