Naum Moiseyevich Korzhavin. (№ 286174)

Naivete in grownups - the power of the elements.
With common sense - a nervous battle.
I'm sorry. I'm Sorry, Russia,
For what he did to you.
For the inspired violence
For ingenious fools.
For those youths that taught to live
Reasonable, adult men.
Taught evil, fear of failure.
When all taught - in the afternoon with fire.
In agitators words.
And paternalistic, with a belt.
In the name of good and accomplishments
Hopes of a distant Land.
In the name of faith in the provisions
Three boring books that I have read.
Naivete? Maybe.
And, indeed,
What's the quality of the mind?
They were very naive, -
Rushing in with a roar in the house.
When raced like angry storms,
Enemies possible death in revenge,
Quite naive.
So naive
As the Germans ten years later.
Yes, there in the snow novosele,
Where in the steppe composition of the unloaded convoy.
Where with a rare courage
suffered
And children crying and women wailing.