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Poems from a Stool · Earlier

I Won't Be Afraid…

And let loneliness eat me alive — I won't be afraid anymore. I won't go on dragging this tiresome cross mindlessly, like some camel. I dream of understanding that alongside evil, good moves on equal terms, making sure that no one, after the fact, scolds a comrade in anger. I'd like to believe that a hundred gods aren't watching with a smug little smile at these mad and clumsy creatures, and don't count them as a mistake. I hope that someday I'll grow tired of wishing for a permanent miracle. And let loneliness eat me alive — I won't be afraid anymore.
Author’s translation · written in Russian