I had a dream. Like there is ahead And endless, empty and the wildest plane. And I stand there, held by iron chain, Under the tall rock made from finest granite And next to me are thousands just like me.
The face of everyone is marked by life and sorrow, And eyes of everyone contain fervor of love. And hands of everyone are chained with snakes of iron, And every shoulder's bent low to the ground, Because a scary burden crushes all us down.
And everyone holds heavy iron hammer, And loud voice from above sounds like a raging thunder: "Thou split this rock! Allow no cold, nor heat To stop you! Suffer pain, and thirst, and hunger, Because you are to break this rock apart!"
And all, like one, upthrusted their hands, And thousands hammers started working on the rock. And thousand fragments flied in all directions, We hit the cliff with force of desperation Time after time still beating on that crag.
Like growl of waterfall, like roar of bloody battle, Again our hammers clattered and again And inch by inch we conquered bigger space, Though lots of us were crippled by those crags, We carries on, and nothing could impede us.
Knew everyone that we will get no glory, That we won't be remembered in the end. That only then will people walk this road, When rock is battered, leveled everywhere, And our bones stop rotting underneath.
We didn't want the glory for the doing, We are no heroes looking for a fame. No, we are servants, though at free will's guidance We took these bonds. Became the slaves of choice, At future's way we are just the stonebreakers.
We all believed that we will break the rock With our hands, we'll shatter the granite. With our broken bones and our blood We'll lay a firm foundation, and right after New life, new hope will come into this world.
And we all knew that far in world of ours, Which we abandoned for the labor, sweat and bonds, Hot tears cried by wives, and kids, and mothers. That wrathful and irate, our enemies and rivals, Curse us, and our purpose, and the cause.
We knew that, and the thought was often painful, The sorrow stroke, and heart was torn apart. But neither tears, nor grief, nor burning pain Not even curses stalled us from the work, And never someone let his hammer out.
So there we went, united all as one By sacred dream, with hammers in the hands. Let us be cursed and totally forsaken! We break this rock, we make the path for truth, And happiness for all will walk on our bones.
Не пару дней назад одну машинку таки ударили, ну так то эксцессы.
Пффф, ты как не в России живешь. ООО «Интернет исследования». Фабрика троллей на прикормке у Кремля. Раньше в сидели Ольгино под Питером, теперь - на Савушкина. Им каждый день спускают сверху техзадание - типа сегодня пишем про распятого мальчика - и они такие целый день в жаже, фейсе, вконтактике и ещё где: "биндеры-фашисты мальчика распяли выр-выр-выр". 11 рублей за каммент, чо.
Зяма, вы раздуваете из мухи слона. Хитрый дяденька из среднего класа просунул безполезную инициативу в красивой обертке с надписью МПО Диванных Войск. Под эгидой этого трэша выпиливает пару-тройку лямов руских рупий из госбюджета. Пол ляма у него уходит на зп сотрудникам (в областях зп ниже чем в столицах) и накладные расходы. Ещё лям на налоги, аренду и проценты за вывод бабок из безнала. На остальное дяденька сидит и в хуй не дует. Кароч стандартная процедура деребана гос. бюджета. Я сам в похожей фирме работаю если чо... А вы прям раздули обычного деребанщика до межгалактических масштабов!
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I had a dream. Like there is ahead
And endless, empty and the wildest plane.
And I stand there, held by iron chain,
Under the tall rock made from finest granite
And next to me are thousands just like me.
The face of everyone is marked by life and sorrow,
And eyes of everyone contain fervor of love.
And hands of everyone are chained with snakes of iron,
And every shoulder's bent low to the ground,
Because a scary burden crushes all us down.
And everyone holds heavy iron hammer,
And loud voice from above sounds like a raging thunder:
"Thou split this rock! Allow no cold, nor heat
To stop you! Suffer pain, and thirst, and hunger,
Because you are to break this rock apart!"
And all, like one, upthrusted their hands,
And thousands hammers started working on the rock.
And thousand fragments flied in all directions,
We hit the cliff with force of desperation
Time after time still beating on that crag.
Like growl of waterfall, like roar of bloody battle,
Again our hammers clattered and again
And inch by inch we conquered bigger space,
Though lots of us were crippled by those crags,
We carries on, and nothing could impede us.
Knew everyone that we will get no glory,
That we won't be remembered in the end.
That only then will people walk this road,
When rock is battered, leveled everywhere,
And our bones stop rotting underneath.
We didn't want the glory for the doing,
We are no heroes looking for a fame.
No, we are servants, though at free will's guidance
We took these bonds. Became the slaves of choice,
At future's way we are just the stonebreakers.
We all believed that we will break the rock
With our hands, we'll shatter the granite.
With our broken bones and our blood
We'll lay a firm foundation, and right after
New life, new hope will come into this world.
And we all knew that far in world of ours,
Which we abandoned for the labor, sweat and bonds,
Hot tears cried by wives, and kids, and mothers.
That wrathful and irate, our enemies and rivals,
Curse us, and our purpose, and the cause.
We knew that, and the thought was often painful,
The sorrow stroke, and heart was torn apart.
But neither tears, nor grief, nor burning pain
Not even curses stalled us from the work,
And never someone let his hammer out.
So there we went, united all as one
By sacred dream, with hammers in the hands.
Let us be cursed and totally forsaken!
We break this rock, we make the path for truth,
And happiness for all will walk on our bones.
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Бгг. Расколотил приус - учи стишок.
А можно разъяснить, чо за ольгинские пидорасы и чем занимаюццо, ато МКМ не ведает...
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Пффф, ты как не в России живешь. ООО «Интернет исследования». Фабрика троллей на прикормке у Кремля. Раньше в сидели Ольгино под Питером, теперь - на Савушкина. Им каждый день спускают сверху техзадание - типа сегодня пишем про распятого мальчика - и они такие целый день в жаже, фейсе, вконтактике и ещё где: "биндеры-фашисты мальчика распяли выр-выр-выр". 11 рублей за каммент, чо.
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Зяма, вы раздуваете из мухи слона. Хитрый дяденька из среднего класа просунул безполезную инициативу в красивой обертке с надписью МПО Диванных Войск. Под эгидой этого трэша выпиливает пару-тройку лямов руских рупий из госбюджета. Пол ляма у него уходит на зп сотрудникам (в областях зп ниже чем в столицах) и накладные расходы. Ещё лям на налоги, аренду и проценты за вывод бабок из безнала. На остальное дяденька сидит и в хуй не дует. Кароч стандартная процедура деребана гос. бюджета. Я сам в похожей фирме работаю если чо... А вы прям раздули обычного деребанщика до межгалактических масштабов!
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Узнать бы ещё что за музон играет на фоне...
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