"When I meet people in the bad"

Eduard Asadov.

When I found in people ill,
What a long time I try to believe,
What is most likely imaginary,
What a coincidence. And I was wrong.

And thoughts like for confirmation,
I aspire, I believe, forgetting reproach,
What a liar, maybe just a big dreamer,
And Ham, he must have such embarrassment.

What gossip, shagnuvshy me on the doorstep,
Perhaps foolishly blabbed,
A friend, that one day is in trouble did not help,
I do not betray, and then just confused.

I do not hide from the troubles under the wing,
That there should be the yardstick to measure.
Awful do not want to believe in evil,
And vile hate to believe!

Therefore, having met dishonest and evil,
Often try to willy-nilly
In his heart as if to straighten their
And simply "edit" or something!

But the facts and time is not a trifle.
And how many times any nasiluesh soul,
And rot is still not possible in any way
No hide or conceal as donkey's ears.

After all, evil, admit me in my life
Not so little to meet ever.
And how many good hopes porazbilos,
And so that's how I lost friends!

And yet, and yet I believe will not give up,
What should be at the beginning of any path
With good, with a good and only good,
With Merck gullible people go!

Let there be an error (is not easy),
But how are you going wildly pleased,
When this measure will have on the growth of
The one with whom you become richer than a hundred times!

Let the cynics sorry mutter, like children,
That, they say, fragile thing - heart ...
I do not believe! Living there in the world
And friendship is forever, and love to the end!

And my heart keeps telling me the same look and act.
But do not forget one ahead:
You yourself are more consistent with his measure,
And everything else will see - come!



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