Mill and Startup
Near the village, on the bank of the river, stood Mill,
The wheel spun for centuries, served everyone reliably,
Stably supplied the entire district with good flour,
The villagers passed Mill from grandfather to grandson.
But one day a guy came to the village,
From distant lands, where dreams live.
He dreamed of Startup, of young business,
He was like fire, hot and unstoppable.
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With smartphone in hand, he was looking for investments,
He assembled his team like general would gather his army.
And he built Startup on the other side of the river,
Exactly opposite Mill, as if he was measuring with ruler.
Old Mill looked at Startup in amazement,
And watched brilliance across the river,
And continued to work, as always resignedly,
As ancestors who stood here before taught.
Years have passed, Startup has grown into huge company,
With millions of customers and shining success,
And then, like all living things, gradually grew old,
Startup was covered in cracks and creaked like a cart.
And now, centuries later, no one will be able to distinguish
On which bank is Mill located, and on which is Startup,
Because they became like twins, both very old.
The question is, was there any need to worry and fuss,
If the ending of every story is always the same.
The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.