Возрождение Меркурия

I͡A byl rimskim bozhestvom i pravil mirom. A potom nam udarili v spinu te, komu my velikodushno sokhranili zhiznʹ. Teperʹ i͡a zdesʹ - v novom varvarskom mire, gde vse nosi͡at shtany vmesto togi, a li͡udi ezdi͡at v stalʹnykh korobkakh. Slabai͡a smertnai͡a plotʹ pozvolila sokhranitʹ lishʹ chastʹ moeĭ sily. No i͡a Merkuriĭ - pokrovitelʹ torgovt͡sev, vorov i putnikov. Znachit, obi͡azatelʹno razberusʹ, kuda ischezli vse bogi ėtogo mira i pochemu li͡udi prisvoili sebe nashu silu. Chto? Kto ėto skazal? Ogranichitʹ sebi͡a vo vsëm i prorubatʹsi͡a k t͡seli? Ne sovsem moĭ stilʹ, gospoda. Kak govoril moĭ brat Mars - dazhe na pole samoĭ zhestokoĭ bitvy naĭdëtsi͡a vremi͡a dli͡a otdykha. K tomu zhe, vy posmotrite - vokrug stolʹko prekrasnykh zhenshchin, kotorym nikto ne udeli͡aet vnimanii͡a.

I was a Roman deity and ruled the world. And then we were stabbed in the back by those to whom we generously spared their lives. Now I'm here, in a new barbaric world where everyone wears trousers instead of a toga, and people ride in steel boxes. My weak mortal flesh allowed me to retain only a fraction of my strength. But I am Mercury, the patron saint of merchants, thieves, and travelers. So, I will definitely figure out where all the gods of this world have disappeared to and why people have appropriated our power. What? Who said that? Limit yourself in everything and cut through to the goal? Not exactly my style, gentlemen. As my brother Mars used to say, even on the fiercest battlefield, there is time to rest. Besides, look at how many beautiful women there are who no one pays attention to.