***
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.
* - Peninsula in the North of the Siberia.
** - River in the West of the Siberia.
