Poems...

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An ordinary scout from Denmark
Received a combat assignment:
To urgently prevent the decline
Of an important lady from high society,
To obtain for her those weeping herbs,
That inhabit the dense forests
Only on the island of Bessemuchia,
Lost somewhere in the ocean.

From the herbs of this pristine land,
The lady will brew a miraculous balm
And captivate with her divine beauty
Husbands, leaders, and heroes.
And, having acquired a yacht by chance,
He set sail for Bessemuchia,
Not foreseeing the impending trouble
And tripling his zealousness for duty.

He did not know that in Bessemuchia
Everywhere there are creeping reptiles,
That the stinking vapors of swamps
Poison the entire atmosphere there.
But, breathing and feeding on poisons,
Besieged by swarms of gnats,
The scout went in search of wondrous herbs -
For the government, service, and faith.

Suppressing suffering,
He still did everything according to the assignment!
And returned to his native Denmark…
But the herb withered on the way
And lost its healing properties,
Not accomplishing the magical transformation.
And, shouting inappropriate words,
The lady demanded a tribunal.

The agent was accused of negligence,
Of sabotage and other harmful acts,
Of the fact that he forgot about the government
And did not fulfill his duty.
And by the mighty will of the court,
With a huge pile of accusations,
He was exiled to Bessemuchia
For life…