Translation:Orphanhood

They tell, that progress becomes rich us in every century, – Then me is very nicely and pleasently, Unfortunately! I be please every day less with me, Mortal man!

Civilizations two I see persistently: One – wants to uncover all truly, Second – wants to cover all amusingly Excellent livery!...

Uncovering?... continually it goes to the sun, “Wait! – saying the generations – as When I row of my discoveries fulfil to end, Something - and I will say you!...”

Covering?... it gladdens again differently – Show her tears spring?... she answers: " We shouldn’t pay attention on this... what? this means!...                                        Maybe rain rains." Two, such blissful, having carer, Mankind in orphanhood would deep disappear, If Globe would wasn’t foster-mother's shoulder, The sun?... - her eye!...