I had three friends here from long ago:
Drunkard, whore and atheist-doctor.
Whore was about sex to me singing.
Doctor was strongly against my believing.
Drunkard was always quick for embracing.
Probably I had to break this bracing.
Suddenly saint John from Kronstadt came
and asked me not to communicate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have made an amusing expression on three friends which is quite unique.... Drunkard, and atheist-doctor...in which needs, drunkard wants embracing and doctor goes against your believing. Fantastic really.10