Why do we need trouble?
By fate’s decree we’re cast
Through twists of chance into far-off worlds.
Here trouble itself is seen as life –
There’s no way out of this game.
For a copper coin they’ll sell you out.
For a whiff of smoke they’ll leave you forever
In quiet solitude, alone with yourself –
Like dust on a sill, they’ll brush you away with a hand.
And the stakes of that game have vanished into eternity!
Why do we need trouble? By fate’s decree
We’re cast through twists of chance into far-off worlds.
Let’s replace trouble with danger instead
And then keep on living – perhaps without dread?
Why do we need trouble?
© Copyright: Евгений Тушин, 2026
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