The poem “Duet”
Authors: A. Lopatina, M. Skrebtsova
My sister and I have a duet
She mastered the clarinet
I'm a good drummer
We give concerts with my sister.
We do not get tired to perform,
Our house rumbles merrily.
But mom and dad tell us
That our sounds harm everyone
And what knocks on them in the temples,
And that the neighbor behind the wall is sleeping,
And that it’s time to grow wiser -
Nice to learn to sing
Or, for example, dance.
It’s not easy for us to understand.
Our duet doesn’t rattle at all,
In it, our music sounds.
And everybody needs music,
Even if she is loud.