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      Well, granny, will we stop over this ground?

      Yes, let’s look around.

      And what to look for? Dry land,

      You need to pour it, that’s for what we stand.

      Just, my granny, I always forget to ask,

      Why did people stop loving us?

      I do not understand what you mean.

      How is it?

      Well,

      Here we are, we water and spray,

      And they hide from us and run away.

      No matter, whether it’s raining hard or not —

      No joyful faces to be caught.

      But before, you remember, they had a tradition

      Their walks under rain were the best recognition.

      Well, when they sleep at night – I understand,

      Or when it’s autumn with cold breath and hand.

      But in summer sunny days why don’t they want

      To dance in the downpour pond?

      Oh… You remembered the most ancient times…

      They came here almost naked those times,

      They didn’t wear expensive tissues

      And were not afraid to tear them.

      And now even at night, they dress with flirtation…

      They call this to be civilization.

      So they try not to get wet, when it’s raining,

      And then they have to make clothes draining.

      Why did they create those problems?

      Because now who is who

      They determine by clothes.

      If they meet, as they say, a well-dressed person,

      This human being by default is awesome.

      And a person in a poor outfit or barefoot,

      is considered, respectively, bad. Understood?

      And such kind of relations

      Is in all countries without exception?

      No, of course.

      Here are just now under us

      Two states disclaiming these rules and fuss.

      Here people do not notice the difference

      In professions, or ranks, or significance.

      Hear! Hear! I remember these places.

      All people here have so sincere faces!

      In other places, almost every day brings changes,

      And here, as before, everything is changeless.

      They go to each other’s place,

      Give gifts, and smiling they embrace.

      Only it’s not clear what can be so often gifted,

      As it can make their well-being shifted!

      Come on, granddaughter,

      let’s do the work,

      And only after that we’ll talk.

      And I’ll explain to you the essence

      of your confusion about presents…