Each time considers it's so clever,
selected, wealthy in events.
However truth can break through clamor
like grass through asphalt once invades.
Who feels enough antique breath, spirit
of Israel, and Greece, and Rome?
It's shame to mock at spheres of spears and
to think: Past's only aerodrome...
But having heard isn't own experience.
Strange power isn’t our own health, strength.
For life we wait for acts' appearance,
for life we disappear in stress.
How ancient daring life was genuine!
Old thoughts are rather wise than wrong.
Not we – the late, ex-peoples're shaming:
our life isn't always found our own...
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