There are no uninteresting people in the world.

There are no uninteresting people in the world.

Their fates are like the histories of planets.

Each one has its own specialty, its own,

and there are no planets like them.

And if someone lived discreetly

and made friends with that inconspicuousness,

he was interesting among men

by his very uninterestingness.

Everyone has his own secret private world.

There is the best moment in this world.

There is the worst hour in the world,

but it's all unknown to us.

And if a man dies,

his first snow dies with him,

and his first kiss and his first fight.

He takes it all with him.

Yes, what remains are books and bridges,

and cars and painters' canvases,

Yes, many things are destined to stay,

but some things go anyway!

That's the law of the merciless game.

It's not people who die, but worlds.

We remember people, sinful and earthly.

But what did we know about them?

What do we know of our brothers, our friends,

What do we know of our only one?

And what do we know of our father

we, knowing everything, know nothing.

People go away... You can't bring them back.

Their secret worlds cannot be revived.

And every time I want to scream again

I want to scream again.

By Yevgeny Yevtushenko