, i'm standing on the twelfth floor, looking at the roof of the school of performing arts... from raikinkin, and pigeons are flying, so a flock flew by, there's a pigeon fancier living somewhere nearby, i say, let me write to you about pigeons, he says, come on, come on, he wrote, and the pigeon expanse, a flock of blue pigeons, the gray-haired old women brought them pompushki, having thrown down their toys, we chased the caesars, how life has scattered us, we will not return to the beginning, in impatience from the pier, in childhood i rushed quickly, on the hill, the same church, even rebuilt, above it a flock circles, a flock of caesars circles, and if i asked you what happiness is at your 65, what would you say, happiness, happiness is my life, that's what surrounds me, brings pleasure to everyone around him allows him to live calmly and even comfortably, and most importantly, that with each year to grow younger, as our seryoga grows younger, well, happy birthday, stay true to yourself, your family, your friends, will be a great dad and become the best grandpa, our warmest wishes to