Nobel Prize – Boris Pasternak

I am lost, like a beast in a pen.
Somewhere people, will, shine,
And behind me the noise of the chase,
I don't go outside.

Dark forest and pond shore,
Ate a dumped log.
The path is cut off from everywhere.
Let it be, does not matter.

What did I do for the dirty trick,
I'm a killer and a villain?
I made the whole world cry
Over the beauty of my land.

But even so, almost at the coffin,
I believe, the time will come -
The power of meanness and malice
Good spirit resists.

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