Life is given to enjoy it:
Fresh bread, early spring.
A month at night goes out in civilian clothes,
To not frighten off happy dreams.
In tender feelings, in the sacrament of participles,
In the kind people met on the road,
So much unobtrusive happiness,
That it is not easy to carry.
Someone says that happiness is brief,
Their souls are lazy, like the flesh,
At the volcano the crater cools,
But the chest is still warm.
Is not this the main wealth?
Is this not God's grace?
None of the attorney's offices
Broken people can not be justified.
Do not listen to their recommendations -
Broken people often lie ... Life is given to enjoy it.
This is work, but noble work!