Has time come? I’m fully ready.
If we’ve sinned – there’s no a chance.
We – to prisons, they – to gladness.
Give to children – sun and grass!
When one’s child – the life’s thread’s thinner,
Days are shorter in that age.
Do not scold a little ‘sinner’,
Pet a child without edge.
You’re a looser if whenever
Cannot understand your child,
Drew child’s whisper – what’s a shame there!
Bigger shame – to raise his fright!
But the sinless children’s tears
Can’t be dried, tho’ you confess,
‘Tis because they always bear
Jesus Christ in holly rays.
But they which live like in prisons,
Whose arms are the thinnest threads.
People! Brothers! Aren’t these reasons
Why our peace is only death?
(Innokentii Fedorovich Annensky)
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