"These are smart people; They receive a mess from the east, and a good life from the west; They never rush because only life rushes; They are not interested in what awaits after tomorrow; What is meant to be will come, and little of it depends on them; When they are together they are in trouble, for this they do not like to be together often; They rarely trust anyone, but it’s easiest to fool them with nice words; They do not resemble heroes, but they are not easily scared with threats; They pay attention to nothing, they care not of what happens around them; And then out of nowhere suddenly everything interests them, they flip everything and look around; Then they become sleepers again and do not like to remember what came to pass; They are scared of change because it often brings evil; They are easily fed up with a man, even if he does them good;Strange people; They talk bad about you but love you, kiss you on the cheek but hate you; Laugh at noble deeds but remember them; They spend most of their life on spite and goodness; And don’t know which is stronger when; Evil, good, gentle, raw, unable to move on, stormy, open, hidden; They are all this and everything in between; And most importantly they are mine, and I am theirs; And everything I’m saying; I’m saying about myself."