One day in the old room
Jacket was sitting on an armchair.
He was sad and lonely,
He didn't know what to do.
Kettle came up to Jacket
And looked at him fixedly.
Finally Jacket spoke:
"Hello, Kettle. I'm so lonely..."
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"Hello, Jacket, I'm here with you," -
Kettle answered. - "Don't be sad,
Let's talk about something nice.
And don't be sad."
"But what am I to do?" - asked Jacket. -
"I don't know how to be..."
"Compose poetry," - said Kettle, -
"Or maybe you can write prose."
Jacket thought about these words
And decided to write poetry.
He thought hard and began to create,
And Kettle became his inspiration.
Jacket wrote about love and faith,
About happy days and nights.
He wrote about what happened,
And about what lies ahead.
Kettle read and helped write,
Offered words and thoughts.
And so, when Jacket finished,
He realized he was not alone.
Now he knew he had a friend,
Who is always by his side.
And if you're feeling lonely,
Write poetry or prose.
You can even do without Kettle.
You will do it yourself,
You will be convinced of this.
The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.
