The last lines of Yessenin's verse are very close to me. But I think that I'll never manage to gain these abilities, because I'm not patient enough, tolerant enough and, I suppose, kind enough. Despite the fact I usually manage to hide my unpleasant emotions nevertheless they are sooner or later released. And sometimes it's even worse. I always pity the people that surround me in such moments... I may be absolutely unbearable.
This little poem reminds me of Sergey Yesenin's "Black Man": В грозы, в бури, В житейскую стынь, При тяжелых утратах И когда тебе грустно, Казаться улыбчивым и простым - Самое высшее в мире искусство.
To my mind every person has such moments in life when one needs to hide unplesant emotions, to assume an air of cheerfulness and exhilaration. On one hand, being in the dumps doesn't mean you have the right to put a damper on other people. But on the other hand, if you always sham that everything is Ok, probably one day your nervous system will give up...
