Онлине слагалица «Players»

Terrible fate of father and son
to Live apart and separated to die,
And lots of alien exile have
At home with the name of the citizen!
But you accomplished the feat, my father,
you come upon the welcome demise;
may God grant that, as thy have been calm end
who was the torment of your cause!
But you will forgive me! Eh I'm guilty of
people to quench my soul wanted
Fire divine, from the very cradle
Burning in it, justified by the Creator?
However they're in vain were their wishes:
We did not find enmity in one another,
Though both are a victim of misery!
Not for me to judge you're guilty or not;
are You a light sentenced. But what is light?
a Crowd of people, you evil, benevolent,
the Collection of praise undeserved
And many a mocking slander.
Far from it, the spirit of hell or heaven,
are You talking about the land of the forgotten as forgotten land;
are You happier than me, in front of you.
As the sea of life - eternity femme
opened Immeasurable depth.
it possible that you're not sorry now
days, lost in anxiety and tears?
On the gloomy, but at pretty days
When the soul was looking for you, as in the desert
Remnants of the old feelings and old dreams?
do now is I do not love you?
if that is true, heaven is not razed
I in this land where life eke out my;
Let it bliss I don't know
At least, I love!
(Mikhail Lermontov)