Why are you silent – trembling with fear?..

A messenger of sorrow, coming out of nowhere,

He was in this world – no, not crazy:

He was trying to survive – He was meeting his basic!..

Not a line of my poem will offend Him! No, not there!..

He was a man, who could smile,

(Despite He laughed hysterically

And danced madly, but rhythmically)

He (always) remembered: keep on your smile!..

I felt sorry for Him. When he laughed,

I wept with Him and for Him:

I saw his face – haggard and thin,