Аленке Где-то оторопь зноя с ног человека валит....

Alenke

Somewhere
hell of heat
off foot
man brings down.
Somewhere a snowstorm on the crust
tentacles
rumbles ...

And yours
the sun
that's enough
on ten African.
And yours
cold -
for a few
Antarctica ...

Again,
screaming with rage
volcanoes
knock on the ground!
Echoing
steaming scream
the planet is shaken ...
And you -
merciless fires.
Stronger
earthquakes.
And a thousand times
helpless
two month
boy ...

Look around
not worth it.
Make excuses
do not.
I just ask more and more often
with a smile and longing:
- For me
such flour?
Why me
such a reward?
Every minute
hustle.
Every second
peace.

R. Rozhdestvensky