Эстет
Уборную я презирал и отошёл в кусты.
Там снайпер вражеский меня, заметив, застрелил.
Досадно это иль смешно, судить не пробуй ты -
За верность принципам своим я жизнью заплатил.
The refined man
I was of delicate mind. I stepped aside for my needs,
Disdaining the common office. I was seen from afar and killed . . .
How is this matter for mirth? Let each man be judged by his deeds.
I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I willed.