Snowstorms stream from the Jamal* right towards mouth of the Irtish**… – and I start living as anew, getting into new position.
Bustling of another world, Snow is flowing East and West… All my property is State’s: flat, and furniture – and rest,
Table-lamp, bed linen, phone – right to register my being. Just the soul and body-cross – they are mine – the only things…
Trudging through the dirt and blizzard, I am gently praying to God. He had thoroughly equipped me for hard journey, dear Lord.