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Владей собой среди толпы смятенной,
Тебя клянущей за смятенье всех,
Верь сам в себя, наперекор вселенной,
И маловерным отпусти их грех;
Пусть час не пробил — жди, не уставая,
Пусть лгут лжецы — не снисходи до них;
Умей прощать и не кажись, прощая,
Великодушней и мудрей других.
Умей мечтать, не став рабом мечтания,
И мыслить, мысли не обожествив;
Равно встречай успех и поруганье,
Не забывая, что их голос лжив;
Останься тих, когда твое же слово
Калечит плут, чтоб уловить глупцов,
Когда вся жизнь разрушена и снова
Ты должен все воссоздавать с основ.
Умей поставить, в радостной надежде,
На карту все, что накопил с трудом,
Все проиграть и нищим стать, как прежде,
И никогда не пожалеть о том,
Умей принудить сердце, нервы, тело
Тебе служить, когда в твоей груди
Уже давно все пусто, все сгорело
И только Воля говорит: «Иди!»
Останься прост, беседуя с царями,
Останься честен, говоря с толпой;
Будь прям и тверд с врагами и друзьями,
Пусть все, в свой час, считаются с тобой;
Наполни смыслом каждое мгновенье,
Часов и дней неуловимый бег, —
Тогда весь мир ты примешь во владенье,
Тогда, мой сын, ты будешь Человек!
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
Тебя клянущей за смятенье всех,
Верь сам в себя, наперекор вселенной,
И маловерным отпусти их грех;
Пусть час не пробил — жди, не уставая,
Пусть лгут лжецы — не снисходи до них;
Умей прощать и не кажись, прощая,
Великодушней и мудрей других.
Умей мечтать, не став рабом мечтания,
И мыслить, мысли не обожествив;
Равно встречай успех и поруганье,
Не забывая, что их голос лжив;
Останься тих, когда твое же слово
Калечит плут, чтоб уловить глупцов,
Когда вся жизнь разрушена и снова
Ты должен все воссоздавать с основ.
Умей поставить, в радостной надежде,
На карту все, что накопил с трудом,
Все проиграть и нищим стать, как прежде,
И никогда не пожалеть о том,
Умей принудить сердце, нервы, тело
Тебе служить, когда в твоей груди
Уже давно все пусто, все сгорело
И только Воля говорит: «Иди!»
Останься прост, беседуя с царями,
Останься честен, говоря с толпой;
Будь прям и тверд с врагами и друзьями,
Пусть все, в свой час, считаются с тобой;
Наполни смыслом каждое мгновенье,
Часов и дней неуловимый бег, —
Тогда весь мир ты примешь во владенье,
Тогда, мой сын, ты будешь Человек!
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!
Own yourself in the middle of the crowd, confused
You swearing for the confusion of everyone,
Believe in yourself, contrary to the universe,
And let go of their sin to be unwilling;
Let you not break through an hour - wait, without tired,
Let the liars lie - do not condescend to them;
Know how to forgive and do not seem, forgiving,
Great and wise of others.
Know how to dream without becoming a slave of dream,
And think, thoughts are not deified;
Equally meet success and scolding,
Not forgetting that their voice is lying;
Stay quiet when your word
Cripples a rogue to catch the fools,
When all life is destroyed and again
You must recreate everything from the basics.
Know how to put, in a joyful hope,
On the card everything that I accumulated with difficulty,
To lose everything and become poor, as before,
And never regret
Know how to force your heart, nerves, body
You serve when in your chest
Everything is empty for a long time, everything has burned down
And only the will says: "Go!"
Stay simple, talking with the kings,
Stay honest, speaking with the crowd;
Be straight and firm with enemies and friends,
Let everyone, at their hour, are considered to be with you;
Fill with meaning every moment,
Hours and days elusive running, -
Then the whole world you will accept in the possession,
Then, my son, you will be a man!
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IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUP HEAD WHEN ALL ABOUT YOU
Are Losing Theirs and Blaming it on You;
IF YOU CAN TRUST YOURSELF What All MEN DUBT You,
BUT MAKE Allowance for Their DUBTING Too;
IF YOU CAN WAIT and Not Be TIRED by Waiting,
Or Being Lied ABOUT, DONIT DeAL in Lies,
Or Being Hated, Don 'Give Way to Hating,
And Yet Don`t Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise:
IF YOU Can Dream - and not Make Dreams Your Master;
IF YOU Can Think - and Not Make Thumbs Your Aim;
IF YOU CAN MEETH TRIUMPH and DISaster
And Treat Those Two Imposters Just the Same;
IF YOU CAN Bear to Hear The Truth You've Spoken
Twisted by Knaves to Make a Trap for Fools,
Or Watch The Things You Gave Your Life to, Broken,
And Stoop and Build 'Em Up with Worn -out Tools;
IF YOU CAN MAKE ONE HEAP of all your Winnings
And risk it on top
And Lose, and Start Again at Your Beginnings
And Never Breathe a Word ABOUT YOUR LOSS;
IF YOU CAN FORCE YOUR HeART and NERVE and Sinew
To Serve Your Turn Long after They Are Gone,
And so hold on when is not in you
Except the Will Which Says to them: "Hold on!"
IF YOU CAN Talk with Crowds and Keep Your Virtue,
Or Walk with Kings - Nor Lose The Common Touch,
IF NeITHER FOES NORN LOVING FREENDS CAN HURT You,
IF All Men Count with You, But None too Much;
IF YOU CAN FILL THE UNFORGIVING MINUTE
With Sixty Seconds' Worth of Distance Run -
Yours Is the Earth and Erything that,
And - Which is more - you'll be a man, my Son!
You swearing for the confusion of everyone,
Believe in yourself, contrary to the universe,
And let go of their sin to be unwilling;
Let you not break through an hour - wait, without tired,
Let the liars lie - do not condescend to them;
Know how to forgive and do not seem, forgiving,
Great and wise of others.
Know how to dream without becoming a slave of dream,
And think, thoughts are not deified;
Equally meet success and scolding,
Not forgetting that their voice is lying;
Stay quiet when your word
Cripples a rogue to catch the fools,
When all life is destroyed and again
You must recreate everything from the basics.
Know how to put, in a joyful hope,
On the card everything that I accumulated with difficulty,
To lose everything and become poor, as before,
And never regret
Know how to force your heart, nerves, body
You serve when in your chest
Everything is empty for a long time, everything has burned down
And only the will says: "Go!"
Stay simple, talking with the kings,
Stay honest, speaking with the crowd;
Be straight and firm with enemies and friends,
Let everyone, at their hour, are considered to be with you;
Fill with meaning every moment,
Hours and days elusive running, -
Then the whole world you will accept in the possession,
Then, my son, you will be a man!
--------------------
IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUP HEAD WHEN ALL ABOUT YOU
Are Losing Theirs and Blaming it on You;
IF YOU CAN TRUST YOURSELF What All MEN DUBT You,
BUT MAKE Allowance for Their DUBTING Too;
IF YOU CAN WAIT and Not Be TIRED by Waiting,
Or Being Lied ABOUT, DONIT DeAL in Lies,
Or Being Hated, Don 'Give Way to Hating,
And Yet Don`t Look Too Good, Nor Talk Too Wise:
IF YOU Can Dream - and not Make Dreams Your Master;
IF YOU Can Think - and Not Make Thumbs Your Aim;
IF YOU CAN MEETH TRIUMPH and DISaster
And Treat Those Two Imposters Just the Same;
IF YOU CAN Bear to Hear The Truth You've Spoken
Twisted by Knaves to Make a Trap for Fools,
Or Watch The Things You Gave Your Life to, Broken,
And Stoop and Build 'Em Up with Worn -out Tools;
IF YOU CAN MAKE ONE HEAP of all your Winnings
And risk it on top
And Lose, and Start Again at Your Beginnings
And Never Breathe a Word ABOUT YOUR LOSS;
IF YOU CAN FORCE YOUR HeART and NERVE and Sinew
To Serve Your Turn Long after They Are Gone,
And so hold on when is not in you
Except the Will Which Says to them: "Hold on!"
IF YOU CAN Talk with Crowds and Keep Your Virtue,
Or Walk with Kings - Nor Lose The Common Touch,
IF NeITHER FOES NORN LOVING FREENDS CAN HURT You,
IF All Men Count with You, But None too Much;
IF YOU CAN FILL THE UNFORGIVING MINUTE
With Sixty Seconds' Worth of Distance Run -
Yours Is the Earth and Erything that,
And - Which is more - you'll be a man, my Son!
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