Ivan Andreevich Krylov
Swan, Pike And Crawfish - Poem by Ivan Andreevich Krylov
When partners can't agree
Their dealings come to naught
And trouble is their labor's only fruit.
Once Crawfish, Swan and Pike
Set out to pull a loaded cart,
And all together settled in the traces;
They pulled with all their might, but still the cart refused to budge!
The load it seemed was not too much for them:
Yet Crawfish scrambled backwards,
Swan strained up skywards, Pike pulled toward the sea.
Who's guilty here and who is right is
not for us to say-
But anyway the cart's still there today.
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