To Pafnutiy

Since little
he did not walk well.
A swan with a broken leg.
And he could not play with the others.
Only the master did not pity him.
There was no reason.
He knew the future.
He was the master of Ivan.
So he taught him mathematics.
Slowly slowly the little
became big
and he was flying with his cane
at the limits of knowledge.
He had no magic flute
but he was a child-miracle
with a little cane.