Vadim Shefner. (№ 347547)

It is unfortunate that you did not know the troubles.
Light your way, light your labors.
Let the blind say: you all luck
But I would not want to walk with you on a hike.
I've seen these. You're good, as long as fed,
As long as your piece you produced easily.
To the first shake you and clever, and knew how
Before the first drink sober before the first battle dared.
With my friend I would go Hiking,
Though in life, telling him and no luck.
Victory, he knew, but drank trouble,
His difficult journey and hard work.
He is not at the Beck and call of fate,
He was up and down, his footsteps rude,
This will not fail, he hardened life.
His luck is that he's a loser.