Once in the ordinary street
In Moscow you really could see a show.
It was a curiosity, a treat. —
An elephant to see to go.
The people suddenly descryed a little dog.
It was too small to notice, to find.
But by the way you'll hear barking in the fog,
As sounds of jumping, rushing ill, unkind.
Mosca the Dog disliked the giants' shows.
"You ought to be ashamed! — the dogmate told it. —
Your throat is ill but still the giant goes
And people follow where to the Indianman will lead."
"Oh, yes, it does. Nevertheless
I could be famous without fighting.
You dogs could appreciate and bless
My strong and loud at the giant barking."
The Elephant and Mosca the Dog by Krylov
© Copyright: Женя Швед, 2022
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