For the post above hope is a dubious refuge.
"The hopes of young people are fed,.
The joy is served to the elderly."
But they are still gradually melting. And finally, in the days of decline.
Suddenly the person understands.
The vanity of hopes, the vanity of ideas...
"There are no others, and those are far away. "...
This is the poet Gleb Glinka, by the way, Glinka paraphrased Mikhail Lomonosov. In fact, this sentence of Lomonosov sounds like this: "The sciences nourish the young, they give joy to the old. ".