The name of this young man purge: Seryozhka Morschinkin, but he was not very sure of it ... The vibrations reflected even on the covers istrёpannyh notebooks, which sometimes has been written at random:"Sergei Mortchinkin".What:"Sergei Mortchinken".This relentless, harsh struggle with the letter "u" is not prevented Seryozhka Morschinkinu occasionally write poems that caused astonishment and horror in the faces of those to whom these verses slips.Writing poetry in a completely novel method ... These are, for example, were Serezhkin famous verse about the fire, arranged by the neighbor's cook:Before the neighbors suddenly heard a rumor.What's in house number three in the kitchen includedNot a big fire was burning,Which barely extinguished.The cook was called a fool mil-It is just that it looked better.In these verses Serezhkin mother left him without a sweet afternoon, the father said that these verses are a disgrace to his gray head, and Uncle Vanya expressed the opinion that any written a cab horse would not be worse.Seryozhka wept in the hallway outside the door, determined to escape to the Indians, but after half an hour of his cunning, resourceful little minds earned in the other direction ... He crept into the nursery, locked the door and after a long tiring work came out triumphantly waving over his head a piece of paper.- What is it? - I asked the uncle.- Poems.- Your? Good?- Yes, that's, brother, worse than the will, - it is important to say Seryozhka. - The best poems.Uncle laughed.- Well, read-ka.Seryozhka climbed to his feet on the sofa, took the position that no one but he would not have found a convenient and hoarse cough, read:I love the storm in early May,When the first spring thunderReins fluffy blowing,kibitka flies daring ...The driver sits on the driver's seatThe sheepskin coat, blue kushachke ...It hurts, and funny,A mother threatens him through the window.- Um ... - said his uncle little muddled, but a good rhyme. Perhaps he copied from somewhere?- Oh, now he is written off, - said Seryozhka, ёrzaya on the couch and trying to get to unless you golovu.- on please?My uncle was in excellent spirits. He grabbed the earrings, turned it over, brought to its normal position and said:- Since all the verses of poets receive the money generated. Here's a ruble.From delight Seryozhka even pale.- That's for me? And I can do what I want?- What do you want. Though the house or buy a couple of horses.That night Seryozhka slept very badly - the ruble, sulivshy him a thousand different pleasures and benefits, clever boy woke several times.