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I fell in pain, and yelled up,
knees and elbows I in the blood was broken
and my mother, caressing a trembling ball,
whispered: "Walk you will learn, my daughter!"
Knees are fine - walking, you are not a coward,
but stumble and - shattered soul!..
The pieces in the newspaper estimates with caution,
your pentomino folded it is easy for me:
here is the place of love and hope, that belief,
that is habits, and this is manners,
here is the place of worries and sorrow, there is the pity
well, look, there's a lot left!
Dignity, pride, to the petty bourgeoisie contempt,
and these pieces are my inspiration...
Here is faded, and there - lost,
the tears I never shed - still a lot left!
Cruelty and cowardice - the grains of metal
(with asphalt because I was drifting in a row!) -
and envy, and meanness, and greed crumbs
crawling on the shower, looking for the place, like fleas.
I will not allow them to get deeper,
better again I will smash your soul -
will push to the windowsill hard and rough,
and then take a seven-fold magnifying glass
wash the pieces, so every little
fold and say: "Still a lot left!"