Poet and Bandit

Once upon a time there was a Poet in a small town,
He wrote poetry beautiful and bright.
But the vicious Bandit also lived in this town,
Who offended people and stole everything impudently.

The Poet loved peace and kindness,
And he wrote beautifully about it in verse.
And the Bandit loved only wealth,
He robbed people like a wild beast in the forest.




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Once the Bandit took the books from the Poet,
To have fun and just kill time.
The Poet was sad and silent, not forgiving the insult,
And the Bandit scoffed, not understanding his pain.

But then the day came,
When Bandit was captured and tried.
He was sentenced to many years in prison,
And there was no joy for him.

The Poet continued to write his poems
About love, friendship and peace on earth.
And those who read his works,
Became kinder and brighter.

And so the Poet and the Bandit lived in this town,
Each one chose his own, going his own way.
But if the Bandit understood that the meaning of life is not in gold,
Maybe he wouldn't be such an evil person.

So, remember, that you can live in different ways,
But it is better to choose the path of light and wisdom.
And even if it's hard for you to live in this world,
Do not become Bandit, it's better to be Poet in poetry, in deeds.



The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.