Gentlemen, I drink to the mothers,
who abandon their children blater!
Let them be in joy and happiness, idylls,
and let their path be strewn with roses and lilies.
Let no one and nothing poison their present joyful existence
with constant suffering much for nothing.
Let no one and nothing remind them once
of the bitter lot of unfortunate orphans.
Why disturb them? Why disturb their peace?
They did everything they could by chance,
everything they knew, in the spring
for their dear child beginning.
They cried over him, as much as their ability
kissed him more or less tenderly in reality
And farewell, my dear, live, shame mine!
And it would be better, they say, that you would die.
This is true, that is true: lavish
to die is the best thing that can be wished
for this new guest in the world to misfortune
But not everyone has such luck fortune.
And there are mothers, who are more sensitive;
they do not limit themselves to tears massive,
but hang some gold qtrinket on their child neck -
wear and remember me, poor thing of wreck.
And what should a poor child remember in shame believes?
Why should he remember? Why leave him on his grief
a permanent memory of his misfortune and shame busy
Already without that, everyone who is not lazy,
reminds him that he was thrown under the fence abrouded.
And do they know how sometimes this unfortunate,
scolded one often sheds tears on his mother's gift:
where, it says, are you rejoicing now, do answer swift!
Shed at least one tear on me! Come back, just!
It will be easier for me to bear my suffering, my path
After all, these souvenirs burn my aching chest.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Published: June 14th, 2025 21:13
- Category: Sad
- Views: 5
Comments1
This poem has such a darkness to it. In what many find joyful in children here is sadness and grief from a stark environment filled with deprivation, betrayal, death, with no hope. This seems typically Russian
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