Озеро в алмазах. Lake of Diamonds. Ein See aus Diamanten. Un lac en diamants. Un lago de diamantes. Um lago em diamantes - стр. 13

And a happy man, even if he's sick.

It is not given to him to be like everyone else,

But if he breathes, he's happy with his life,

And he wouldn't want to complain to his fate.

That's not how this couple's fate turned out.

And all his cares were thrown to him.

He was cherished, loved and caressed

And they didn't shed a tear for their family.

As the years went by, Roma grew up and enjoyed life.

No one insulted or blamed him.

And he didn't seem superfluous in that family,

He just lived as he should.

And then one night, at night time,

When everyone had long since gone to bed.

Only Roma, reluctantly in bed,

He couldn't sleep and went out for a walk.

And in the kitchen he found matches,

And he suddenly wanted to know

How his mother uses these things,

And what it is possible to set fire to.

But the power of waiting for desire,

Momentarily brought to the house fire,

And Roma of all not understanding,

What to do, he did not expect it.

At first he watched the flames burn,

And only then, when in the smoke.

The flames made him clearly suffocate,

And realizing he had to save his family.

His instincts for life led him to the impulse,

He began to call, to knock, to shout for his family.

Through sleep, all the inhabitants naturally awoke,

When the apartment was filled with smoke.

Naturally everyone was in shock.

But the main thing that they were given to understand.

That a man who had no purpose in life

Was able to feel that he had to survive.

And in that family from now on, the feeling of life is sacred,

And everything is given for it with a soul.

When fate is prejudiced against you,

But life is ready to change it.

History leads a man.

To live, life needs to be understood,

And for it to be given with an answer,

A family must nurture it with love.

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A man at the altar

A man lived like all ordinary people,

Loved, suffered, held on, grew up.

But like everyone else, he succumbed to his will,

As life flowed, so did he carry it.

But then one day a thought occurred to him.

How terrible it is to live, but to be a stranger in life.

All men live like that, in other people's destinies,

But we don't want to dig into our own fate.

Why was he born into this mundane world?

He never thought How he would live later on.

But every day he believed in a miracle,

That his life would strike a chord in that hour.

And in the episodes of life bathed,

That man went up to the altar.

To ask God if he was right in his deeds,

That every day he gives his life.

To which the Almighty, with signs, let him go,

All the truth that was born in his eyes.

Thou man look'st upon life playing,