The life of a man is like a flower, blooming so gaily in a field. Then, along comes a goat, he eats it, and the flower is gone![Жизнь человеческая подобна цветку, пышно произрастающему в поле: пришел козел, съел и – нет цветка…]

Source:(Charles Scribner's Sons, ed. 1912), Act I, Scene III, Page 80
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