To You, Not Few

Dear eternal comrade Maker!

A-a-u-u-u-u-u!

Dear Russians, hey and hoy! Life of yours is not a joy. You have suffered really hard, with dim eyes you see no start.

Disaster came — and you were standing apart. This position was convenient for its ambiguity and, as you secretly called it, flexibility.

You are the tough one — and that lies out of doubt's borders. Dreadfully respectable type!

We are cats, and you are people. And what is the difference between our species?

I had long suspected that dogs are much smarter than a man; I was even sure that it could speak, but that there was only some stubbornness in it.

So, you must have worked well. I guess that was not easy. Most likely, you are happy with your own result.

You like judging so greatly that it seems as if you know everything in the world around. You are so afraid of admitting own ignorance to anybody!

“I have looked around me — and struck was my soul by sufferings of men…”

A.N. Radishchev

Прохор Озорнин