The patience of slavery

“They demand from the vast majority of us permanent, erected curvature in the system. It is impossible without health consequences from day to day to manifest yourself contrary to what you feel; grovel in front of what you do not love, rejoice in what brings you misfortune. Our nervous system is not an empty phrase, not an invention. She is a physical body made of fibers. Our soul takes place in space and fits in us like teeth in a mouth. It cannot be raped endlessly with impunity. "
B. Pasternak "Doctor Zhivago"



The patience of slavery is terrible.
We've gone through fear and humiliation
Why do we bear the slave curse
And in vain are we running from freedom?

Why do we endure the deception of the authorities,
Why are we feeding powerful lackeys?
Why do we live without joy, without passion,
Without the valor of battles won?

And there is no limit to escape from freedom,
And all the gates are open to meanness.
And life is dark and we are tired of living
And vile vanity is going on.

We burn lives on Instagram
We touch iPhones with our fingers
We resemble sacrificial rams
We're chasing platitudes on social media -
We tell you how smart and beautiful we are
We are proud of our truth
our ancestors saved the world
We forget what we are
Who licks the asses of murderers and bandits.
And loving Stalin and Lenin,
We stick to lawlessness like polyps
We will increase violence and meanness

There is no law without freedom.
There is no love and glory without freedom.
A powerless slave knows no dignity.
And in slavery, he seeks the answer to everything.
Wealth without freedom is a pile of dust
And there is no excuse for slavery.
The slaves took and forgot about it
And they are unlucky in life. Things are not going well.

And slavery beckons with rotten carrion,
And kills good deeds
Deceives with juicy bad taste
Gives empty silly words
Childhood defiles, youth poisons,
Slavery is always with lies and emptiness
And every sublime madness
Increases nervous fuss.
And kills all feelings with lust,
And smears the strength and love with dirt,
And the joy of work takes away
Slavery pollutes the blood with alcohol.
Comes up with dastardly excuses
How good it is to live in slavery
And vulgar tales are told
And afraid of the past.

We fear the future
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring.
And our present is cowardly
We are always looking forward to the occasion.

And we live in our sad childhood
We are waiting for dad, whip, order and bridle,
We dream of freebies and inheritance,
Stupid, stupid, unhappy and simple.

America is always to blame
And Ukraine does not give life.
The life of a fool is simple and not rich.
The fool lives his whole life someone else's life,
Poking his nose into other people's troubles
And teaches life the fruit of stupidity.
We are taught by the failure and the poor
From how pleasant slavery is.
Making lies and lies of "patriots"
Raising slaves, liars and fools
Loud, boorish idiots
Live with a passion for finding enemies.

Whom do we elect to the deputies?
The same boors and slaves like us.
Some slaves are stupid and poor.
Others have money and are waiting for jail.

Neither dachas nor apartments will save us,
Loans, auto, mortgage.
Where TV reigns supreme in the world
And the brain is sucked out by a powerful vacuum cleaner.

Where is the smelly slave entangled in credit
Head and look for the dough
Sad invalid crawls home
The murdered victim of abomination and evil.

And stuffing the carts with food
From rag and grocery stores
There is a stream of gray pawns
There is slavery, money and trouble in the game.

And a flight abroad won't save us -
Goa, Canary Islands, Thailand,
If the seeds of freedom
Will not be grown by work and talent
Where to run when the dream is buried
Fools, sloths and slaves chew their food
from a dirty trough
And other people's ideas fly out of the teeth.

The family will betray slaves and hypocrites
And the children will spit after us
Slaves are always a bad example.
Slaves will not give advice for free people

Lermontov and Brodsky will not help us,
Poetry and sighing under the moon can’t either.
We imitate slaves every day.
Slave culture is meant for slavery
For praise and humiliation,
And praises of power and wealth,
And an apology for the monsters and killers.

The killer will be a monster and a killer
And after a year, and after a hundred years,
We shouldn't be proud of a killer
The killer will send us to that world
When reborn under our fear
When a person lives with lawlessness and meanness.
Man will be reborn as a murderer
he kills freedom and himself.

God will not save the killers of his nature
He will not save rapists.
God does not lead traitors to divine freedom with him to freedom.

We have no strength to repent.
We cannot love, we do not want to think.
And we do not regret freedom
And we will not burn with shame for slavery.

Let us live shamelessly, quietly.
We do not have the strength to fight for freedom.
Descendants will forget us by right
And thrown out of the accursed graves!

... or maybe later, when freedom
The grandson will think
He will pity the slave nations.
But he will not forgive, and I will understand him.