About the book: year / A joke-tragedy in two acts, in verse. “You just need to know when to stop. Alas! and I don’t argue that there are many legitimate reasons for you to grieve since Trump, the German, captivated by your beauty, sent the damned matchmakers and, enraged for the refusal, and more so for the fact that you love, drooling, entered the war to us, plundering and captivating everything; Your wise father Vakula, the bright king, was in the Senate, then let down the kubar, When they told him about the approaching trouble. All measures were taken: by decree they ordered, To sew sweatshirts and boots for the army And to bake pies as soon as possible for the campaign…»