There is no such horse on which you can ride away from yourself.

Listen, the gypsy. Do not like money, cheated. Do not love women, they will deceive you. Love freedom, it will not let you down.

Envy is a poisonous snake. No one will bypass this feeling. Even the gypsy baron. No matter how noble he was not.

He envied the young talented poet. Before the heartburn, to the grinding of teeth.

I did not even realize that this was his wife whispering in his ear. Wrapped around the finger to get rid of the unwanted rhyme.

Yes, even gypsy women deceive their husbands. They banished the swarthy minstrel from the camp. And for a wandering dreamer, that's free, that the noose around your neck is one.

But the poet suffered a terrible disease called "naivety." Trust does not really go to the earring in the ear and a wide sash. But he believes that the gypsy baron is white and pure, like the first snow.

But the evil will not go unpunished. Payback is inevitable and will be cruel. This is the law of life.

And the curse falls on the curseer's head.