Сторож сергеев

Green light and messy desk,
And the rules of the table.
Caretaker Sergeev looked into the glass
And think about the past;
But here come to him friends,
Interrupted his thoughts turn.
And quickly poured a liter of port
Keeper into the mouth.

Friends came to him without reason,
Passing more than one mile away.
They want to see it
On duty.
And the watchman Sergeev, ignoring their duty,
Catches the thread of conversation;
And puts the chairs to his friends,
Since they have no place to drink.

And he says to them until the morning,
Forgetting to get around your yard.
He drinks, not looking at all on the door,
Where could take a thief;
But the night passes, the day comes,
How in the world opened,
And the watchman Sergeev fell under the table,
Having finished before the end of the wine.

The green lamp lights up a little bit,
And a relief as much time here.
A watchman Sergeev hardly rises,
Blue with a hangover all.
And he, shaking, out the door,
Not knowing where else;
Wants a beer and go to sleep
Modest hero of labor.