Book: To whom in Russia to live well

We're a little
Ask God:
Honest business
To do skillfully
Power we give!

Suddenly fierce robber
The Lord awakened conscience.
Sleep had departed; weary
Drunkenness, murder, robbery.
The shadows are dead,
The whole men - don't think!
The conscience of the villain mastered:
His gang was broken up.
Distributed on Church property
Knife under the willow buried.

You are poor,
You and rich,
You and mighty,
You are powerless,
Mother Russia!

- And also the literate
Considered!.. with annoyance
Yard hissed. -
What are you book smart?
You signs drinking
Yes, the word "forbidden",
That the poles found,
Enough to read!

Well don't dress
Incandescent not wash,
Neighbors watchful eyes,
Vostra languages!
Go down the street,
Just keep the head down,
If fun - don't laugh
Not cry with longing!..

There is no measure of hops to the Russian.
But, our pain was measured?
Work as is?
Wine knocks the farmer
But the mountain not coming down it?
The work is not coming down?
Man troubles do not measure,
With all cope,
What do not come.
Man, working, thinks,
What powers will break,
So is it true what on the glass
To think that odd
In the ditch please?

To negotitate - gap!
To endure the truth...

Man troubles do not measure,
With all cope,
What to come.
Man, working not thinking
Which forces injure.

We have a drinking family
Non-drinking family!

There are sober, naked, awkward.

Man bull: vtemyashit
In your head some whim -
Stake it there
Will not knock...

Without the wind blowing violent,
Not mother earth sways -
Noise, singing, swearing,
Swings, lying,
Fights and kisses
The holiday people.

Tasnee to go home than to prison.

And I would be in heaven,
Yes the door somewhere?