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Finally, we got around to typing some verses that my grandmother Natalya Nikonovna periodically produces. I won’t tell her, but here I’ll publish one poem, in my opinion, very cool:
I looked out the window, everything has been known for a long time:
People sow, people reap
They are not given rest.
Those who are bored on the ground are haunted.
They do not sow, they do not reap, they would only kill.
People of the planet, I tell you:
Listen, listen to my song.
Our world is beautiful, our world is alive
Again and again pregnant with war.
What else should we experience
So that everyone can finally understand
Was not, is not, and will not be forever
Zlata is more expensive than the man himself!