Author of quotes: Igor Guberman. Page 29

In the hearts and wringing her hands
I am still infinitely happy
That our children, our grandchildren
For our torment revenge.

Only in the frozen swamp to the neck,
on the fragility of the shaky bottom
in the everyday life of disasters, troubles and hardships
the feeling of happiness is given in full.

And ask God:
- Has not become,
Why did you live? That laugh of yours means?
- I consoled slaves tired, I tell you.
And God will cry.

No wonder I drink wine on the slope of the day,
honored his deaf power;
wine takes me deep into me,
where I sober not fall.