How perfect her soul is!
Coming to work, she gleams!
And in a teapot she herself pours water,
In the canteen she lets me go forward.
She gives me no promotion the fourth year.
But what is it to me? – just to work near,
To follow, as a shadow, on her way,
And to be in her shade – is yet a wonderous day!
How perfect her soul is!
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2015
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