Night...
Night I go along the street,
Cool air I breathe.
Minutes later three walking were heard with a voice behind,
Well I have certainly stopped and have looked back.

I saw four guys asking at me fire,
But I have told that I do not smoke.
They did not listen to me and already it is attacked I.
For what, for what, for what I shouted him, but...

From their impacts my heart has stood,
From a pain the body could not move.
It was very hurt me.
But I tried to be protected by him on evil.

Me beat legs, and I had not time to rise,
I should breathe, not groan.
And suddenly one of them has struck a knife,
Has pierced my foot as if a skewer.

Simply so, to them was ridiculous to see my hackneyed body.
Laying on a wet grass, tried to remember them persons.
But night and their persons it is not visible.
But I tried to reflect impacts by him on evil.

One of them to spit upon me has dared.
Being compressed in a ball, losing the mental control.
I have taken off from a body a bullet, observing for
myself.
But from last forces has returned to it.

A month after my foot has begun to live,
I have left hospital.
In the street already there was a heat.
Since then the terrible revenge has seized me.

I recollected, that terrible evening.
When me four guys, wanted to cripple.
Before myself now I swear,
That in the revenge above each of these guys I shall take
pleasure.