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The life is whimsical. All of us are within its power.
We grumble and we abuse the life.
... Than more difficultly it is, than more dangerously -
Then we love it more desperately.
I walk by the hard road,
The holes, the ruts - only keep!
But nobody has thought up, really,
Anything, that is finer, than the life.
Rasul Gamzatov. The Final price.
Moscow: the Contemporary,1979.
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Жизнь капризна. Мы все в ее власти.
Мы ворчим и ругаем житье.
... Чем труднее она, чем опасней -
Тем отчаянней любим ее.
Я шагаю нелегкой дорогой,
Ямы, рытвины - только держись!
Но никто не придумал, ей-богу,
Ничего, что прекрасней, чем жизнь.
Расул Гамзатов. Последняя цена.
Москва: Современник,1979.
love it desperately. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I like it. Many times we travel a road filled with potholes and detours we grumble and complain and continually travel the same paths even when the warning signs are there. Danger sharp curves, rough road ahead. PLEASE turn back.