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My eyes! What's for your roaring crying?!

Why so much salt humidity in you?!

You didn't pass Butyrka, Gulags too…

Who is your punisher, who is defying?!

Oh, heart! Where do you rush tantivy?

By strike of sword it's felt such pain!

What kind of blood turns red… on paper's stain?

– Where is this dawdler doctor?! Hurry, do actively!

And why is my brain now so inflamed?

What woe does bother his poor mind?

His mind just cannot bear it, it's bind.

Like Hamlet I'm, by madness, tamed!

How can I overthrow tyranny power?!

That's what you've done to me – the fervor…