Poem. Bb. Part 2

You were fighting from England Every possible day, To the world you let fleeing Swift ideas like plane. Of all thinkable parties What you chose was - the saint. Christian-democratic It was called – Ressurect! All the anti-semitic in an instant forgave. because losses in business you yourself were to blame. You said that Russia doesn’t Need a vertical power And «in toilet to drown» Is not Holy endowment. But its subjects to strengthen And resources hand out, Otherwise Russia’s waiting An enormous collapse. Paradoxical matter: Among hundreds of friends Were a person non-grata Anytime, everywhere. Only immense willpower And ideas that burned – When the enemies flattened Didn’t give you to stop. Love for world and for people, Optimism that you had Among fears and windstorms Predetermined your life. And you said: to be happy God created a man. And all their inquiries Out of Love he complied. You supposed, that the conscious Is embodied in thought – It dictates all the wanted – And you get what deserved. Thus your struggle for idea And to come to the end Notwithstanding the fizzle – That was always your way. Kind is our Universe. Always apt to fulfill Any motion of yours, If in bid you believe. If the aim’s not to stash, But comparing two Weaker neighbor to crush – Evil spirit here ruled. From Elizabeth Gloster Could predict the laydown. Not for millions dollars – But for justice you strived. Among rules you were sparkling, But they were not from God. And abroad you left Russia’s Half of wealth - all you had. You were crying for Russia, That just turned you away, When they took all your money - To Last Judgment you came. Epilogue You hoped, with Internet appearing, This wide web opened to the world - there will be much more light for people and lie and slander will be gone.