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< Michael Puchkovsky



I disobeyed God. Three days in the depths of Sheol
She wept bitterly and prayed, clutched in the arms of the roots.
And reborn, came out in the cold dawn,
To Nineveh wastelands with stunted grass weeds.

That dry moat, the river turned into a puddle.
The walls creeps, zmeyas road.
City sinned a lot, the city will now be destroyed.
Nineveh, hear! I - a prophet, I - messenger of God

. I was looking for justice, and God has found an excuse,
And the city dressed in sackcloth in repentance.
God judged charitably, and I kept waiting retribution,
Leaving east from misfortune swaying drunkenly.

Gone pitch hundreds of dashing centuries,
And other powers are completely different people
Raise the shield on justice - fathers and sons,
And family, and neighbors to each other harshly judged.

Between us Cordon moat been laid rivulet,
Hundreds of years of slowly flowing sleepy meadow.
"Why have you burned our boardwalk bridge dochushka?»
"You villains, Dad. Now you can not see

grandchildren. " We shared the hostility meaningless and absurd.
We have the space and time compress inexorably.
But, at the cost of the cross on Calvary, gives the sky
Hardened - love, mercy - just.