The Glory Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

The Glory transited through earth
And rushed so fast,
And gave presents, and orders,
And swanky funs...
And men were like the fir-tree
shining
With those treasures, hanging on them.
They had achieved the gain delightful -
And the success high as a mountain.
The women in that time -
Were ordinary servants
For winners, doing the career.

But thousands of years passed -
And history had left the only clear
And fair souls by their feelings...