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God forbid!
Yevgeny Yevtushenko. em>
God forbid the blind eyes return
and back to straighten the hunchback.
May God be God even slightly,
but you can not be a little crucified.
May God not to plunge into the power
and heroics scams,
and be rich - but not to steal,
Of course, if that is possible.
May God be an old hand,
devoured nicheyu gang,
or be a victim or an executioner,
neither gentleman nor a beggar.
God forbid smaller lacerations,
when there is a big fight.
God grant more different countries,
without losing their own, however.
May God grant to your country
you are not kicked beetle-crusher.
God forbid that your wife
I loved you, even to the poor.
May God close the mouth of liars,
hearing the voice of God in the children cry.
May God see the living Christ,
Let not men, so the women in the face.
Do not cross - beskreste we are,
and how to bend pathetic.
So as not to have lost faith in everything,
God forbid if only a little bit of God!
May God grant all, all, all
and immediately all - so as not to hurt ...
May God grant all, but only that,
what then will not be ashamed.
1990.
Read also the poetry of Robert Rozhdestvensky and Larissa Rubalskoy.
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