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S. Marshak. Workshop in your pocket

 Birthday gift -
 A great
 Perovinny
 Steel
 Folding
 Pocket knife.
 Sixteen blades
 In it you will find!

 Each of them has its own
 Quite comfortable housing.

 And they are all workers, -
 Harder not to find, -
 Gardeners and carpenters,
 Assistants on the road.

 There are between them masters,
 And there are apprentices,
 It's been a long time ago,
 When repairing feathers.

 And yet -
 According to the rules of the old -
 Knife
 They call it a penknife.

 He is always ready to help
 You in every matter -
 Simple stick to plan
 And to make models,

 Cut a thin thread,
 To the wildness of the Antonovka plant,
 Cut off dry branches,
 In the forest leave a mark,

 With the envelope cut off the brand,
 From the sheet erase blots
 Or on vacation in the forest
 Cut bread and sausage.

 Look: stacked in a row,
 As silver is sparkling,
 Screwdrivers, scissors lie ...
 Not a knife, but a workshop!

 In an instant a knife can
 All bristled like a hedgehog.
 In the pocket of this workshop
 All that is needed is at hand:
 A set of knives and saws,
 And a corkscrew for bottles.
 There is a drill, and a chisel,
 And even I do not know what!

 Great knife,
 A wonderful knife.
 With such anywhere else
 You will not be lost -
 On the water,
 Neither on earth.
 Neither in an airship.