Our Class Is Small - Poem by Liza Sud
Our class is small
only three students there:
Lesha, Yasha study by Joseph
Lisa and sometimes Sveta.
Sometimes to us comes Alla,
not always she's synchronous,
Lesha doesn't know the language -
Lisa translates his poems.
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