P.Golubkov, The Passions - Translation (Rus.) Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Pyotr Golubkov

There's a great variety of passion in the life:
The richness, risk, love and the highest glory...
Behind them all - there are illusions of the luck,
Of happiness, of the broken forehead...

The sweetest passion is - the power struggle
(Though not for all in their life) ...
The power is like the drugs, when you say: „Hi! ' -
Then, surely, you'd gone to down,
And normal life - will disappear then!
But people, in spite of rules the Decalogue,
Are striving to authority, to reign,
Without the attention to the mob.

And there, among such „advanced' guys, they will
Be caught by traps and various disasters,
(As in that pack there are the devils) .
And they will tear all into small parts
With their fangs, if someone be off guard.
That was observed so many times...

To join to the highest cast,
To reach the top of the assosiation,
One should be a master as a gymnast
In losing chains of inner conscience.
And let's bite one another, tear
Your „colleagues', don't believe in praises...
And don't expect to have the Friendship,
The Love, the Faithfulness, the Happiness...

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In russian
http: //stihi.ru/2010/02/03/7260

and bulgarian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/03/31/99