They recited
A poem on the marshrutka.
About a modern kobzar
They said:
“We won’t give the beggar even a penny.”
They shoved him out and drove him off.

“So he was advertising his collection.
He’s looking for glory.”
… Good that I didn’t read.
I lay low. No one will even learn of me.

If you want to ride farther —
Don’t stick out.
Be gray, like everyone —
Fit yourself to the crowd.
Or walk on foot…, or pay for a taxi.