I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
I know you know how to handle a mob. If you can't scare them, give them something to root for.
Oh, let her have the rabble. I don't need them.
If you run with the pack, bark or no, but wag your tail.
Explanation:
Translated from the Russian by Kathleen Cook
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals, and you know it.
I always feel happy
In the places where I can be sincere,
Where I can blend into the crowd
And may not pretend to be someone else.
Human beings in a mob.
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a God?
What's a God to a non-believer
who don't believe in anything?
The difficulty is to keep oneself untouched in a crowd: so many people try to speak to you or touch you: and your like electricity, in that one touch discharges all the virtue you have stored up.
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