Translation:Orphanhood
They tell, that progress becomes rich us in every century, –
Then me is very nicely and pleasently,
Unfortunately! I be please every day less with me,
Mortal man!
Civilizations two I see persistently:
One – wants to uncover all truly,
Second – wants to cover all amusingly
Excellent livery!...
Uncovering?... continually it goes to the sun,
“Wait! – saying the generations – as
When I row of my discoveries fulfil to end,
Something - and I will say you!...”
Covering?... it gladdens again differently –
Show her tears spring?... she answers: "
We shouldn’t pay attention on this... what? this means!...
Maybe rain rains."
Two, such blissful, having carer,
Mankind in orphanhood would deep disappear,
If Globe would wasn’t foster-mother's shoulder,
The sun?... - her eye!...