When you crossed the line and didn't find the answer,
All your life you were striving for warm, bright and sunny light.
Disappointed in everything and there is no more pain.
You think you're dead, but it's strange that you haven't died yet.
Then you find a lot of creative fields,
The love of your life
And your niche among people like you -
Exchange of talents and purity of ideas.
You become better, more beautiful, kinder.
You completely forget about plagiarism,
Wherever you go, they scrupulously watch around the corner,
How the southern Octobrist squads mocked.
And finally found that you despaired many years ago!
When
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