"Tear me apart, vulture: "O vulture of the border, tear me apart at once, O eagle of the Atlantic, soon devour me, O hawk of Baikal Lake, scratch and bite me to pieces. There is only helplessness and poverty in my blood; The paper moths call inflation with affection. My molecules are turning blue under the pressure of debt, my heart is bleeding internally to run the family, what a wonder, yet I am not dying! On the other hand, I do not dare to commit suicide for fear of hell! I told God, I want to die, He said, who said you are alive? The king has mummified you as a witness to millennia of development. If you sigh in the market, the state is greatly disgraced. The king is also very upset. The police have issued an order, I have to laugh all the time! Otherwise, local dogs and foreign cats will be fed with my meat. They don't like the intestines of broilers every day! Or I will be sold in parts, even humans can eat humans, right? Luckily, it won't be sold in foreign supermarkets, local humans have more right to eat me! When this hell is the fate, then I am calling the best carnivorous creatures in the world. O eagles, hawks and terrible hawks, O brave imperialist vultures, you like F-35s and MiG-29s - gather in a group and attack my chest; my thighs, thighs, eyes, liver - today they are all your booty; before the local pigs eat me, tear me to pieces as you wish! For heaven's sake, don't just eat my brain. Then you too will soon become slaves."