Poem. Bb. Part 1 Poem by Liza Sud

You were born in a cellar,
in it childhood you spent,
friends there huddled together,
to you money they lent.

Solidarity of jews,
their desire to help.
Over children they always
at night shelter can spread.

You were playing accordion,
to the ballet you went.
All the possible coteries
you found time to attend.

After forestry technics
you applied for Meccmath,
after very much effort
you received doctorate.

Theorem was mistaken,
and it took five more years
to reprove it correctly
with the help of colleges.

Genius optimizing,
You are bringing like stars
Innovations, one hundred
works to plant AvtoVAZ.

When in hungry dash nineties
they could no more pay
into business so drastic
to earn money you came.

You were scratching for lustre,
when you poorly lived.
But one day not by scratching
but by chance woke up rich.

And you needed politics
to achieve all your aims.
And the country seemed little
to extremely bright game.


Here people are helpless.
All is solved by a dozen elits.
It’s some thousand persons,
But you buy them with ease.

Whom you can’t buy is parish,
Only those of them -
The exceptions, who managed
to receive Godly grace.

Their choice is for freedom,
But the hearts of them burn
With a person, whose wisdom
Khew elits, which he bought.


In your House of Logovaz
It was common to wait.
It was norm – for five hours-,
They stood like to a saint.

And such kinds of wiretapping
Didn't have even State.
And like presents - toy puppets
They could millions get.

To the Kremlin you entered,
all the media bought.
The result of election
Of the President told.

And your passion was driving
and you loved airplanes.
In exile you acquired
Bombardier Challenger.

Never cared you for money.
The idea's what you give.
Those were friends who acquired,
and in them you believed.

And you trusted that Rutin
was like Eltsin, the same.
But he silenced you rudely
and forever expelled.