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| Я проткнул свою руку шилом и теперь вся ладонь занемела, я хотел, чтобы было красиво, хоть и выглядит скверно. Пьяная мразь злорадствовала – Тоже, мне, горе… А кровь текла по канализации в балтийское море. Я мечтал видеть их повешенными… Тех, кто меня окружал перестрелять, как собак бешеных… Один из них мне сказал – Ты дерьмо! Ты никому не нужен! Я ответил, что нужен всем, а в его зрачках суженных отсвечивал Вифлеем. Потом я бил ему морду, и меня оттаскивали б***и, одну из которых, по ходу, я отодрал. На кровати в прокуренной комнате, я проснулся …окошко царапал снег… люди ходили по улице. Среди них был только один человек. Он зашёл в эту комнату. Мне стало плохо. … кажется, это было воскресение… Он схватил мою руку – Послушай, Лёха, я русский поэт Сергей Есенин! – Отстань от меня! – закричал я в ужасе, – Ты повесился, предварительно вырезав вены ещё в прошлом веке! – и комната кружится, выворачивая свои стены. Сергей Есенин повесился, а до этого написал прощальное стихотворение собственной кровью. | I pierced my hand with an awl, you see, And now my palm is numb and dead. I wanted it to look beautifully, Though it looks ugly, I’ll say instead. Drunken scum gloated with delight — “Another fool with sorrows deep…” And blood flowed down the drainpipe’s night Into the Baltic Sea to sleep. I dreamed to see them hanged and still, Those who surrounded me that day, To shoot them down with raging will — Like rabid dogs — to make them pay. One of them spat: “You’re trash! You’re waste! No one will ever need your soul!” I said: “The world needs me in haste,” While in his narrowed pupils’ hole A gleam of Bethlehem took its place. Then I smashed his face in rage and spite, And whores dragged me from that disgrace, And one of them, that very night, I took to bed. In sheets we lay. I woke up in a smoke-stained room… Snow scratched the window, thin and gray… People walked by in morning’s gloom. Among them — only one real man. He entered. I felt sick and weak… Seemed like a Resurrection’s span… He grabbed my hand: “Lyokha, hear me speak — I am Russian poet Sergey Yesenin!”* “Leave me!” I screamed in horror’s fit, “You hanged yourself, cut through your veins Back in the last century! Now quit!” And the room spun, and tore its chains, And turned its walls inside the pit. *Russian poet Sergei Yesenin hanged himself, and before that, he wrote a farewell poem using his own blood. |
Translation to Eng by www.deepseek.com
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom. Isaak Asimov
Peter Kropotkin (1842–1921) was a Russian anarchist and philosopher who believed that mutual aid—helping and cooperating with others—was the key to human progress. Unlike capitalism, which focuses on competition, Kropotkin argued that people thrive through solidarity and working together.
His famous book, *Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution* (1902), challenged the idea that only the strongest survive. Instead, he showed how cooperation exists in nature and human societies, proving that kindness and teamwork are just as important as strength.
Kropotkin’s ideas inspired labor movements, anarchists, and socialists in the 20th century. Even today, his message matters: in a world of inequality and isolation, building strong communities and sharing knowledge can create a fairer, better future.
By spreading compassion and working together, we can follow Kropotkin’s vision—a world where everyone supports each other, not just the powerful few.
The first to apologize is the bravest. The first to forgive is the strongest. And the first to forget is the happiest.
If you want to find inner peace, happiness and help – accept God’s will and you will rise. This means: accept all what is happening to you as from God (not from men, demons or obstacles) because all what is happening to us cant happen without God’s will. People and obstacles are just the tools of God and often they dont understand what they do.
Если хочешь найти мир душевный, отраду и верное спасение – смирись под крепкую руку Божию, и Он вознесет тебя. Это значит: приими все случающееся с тобой, как от руки Божией (а не от человеков, бесов, обстоятельств и прочее), ибо воистину все происходящее с нами не может прийти без воли Божией. Люди и обстоятельства – только орудия Божии, часто не понимающие того, что делают.
https://azbyka.ru/so_svyatymi_upokoj#n92
