Ростов - Dvanov

Only youthful appearance

Made him related to youth

He didn’t want to refuse

It premature

Day was coming to end

While he was moving between

Rostov’s main road and

The border of straw

On his way from the warm sea

Towards the freezing gulf

He stared at industry and broken plains

At South-Eastern station

Carriages stretched to the north

In the vestibule natural organs howled

Someone laughed from the top shelf

Like a Red Army man

Someone laughed from the top shelf

Like a Red Army man

Packed grass caught on the axles

Packed grass caught on the axles

Square columns entwined at every station

They say nothing could be

Make out Further

The air is full of feathers

Stumps of the trees

Stand as a perfect sample of humility

Breaking the country, you hide

Its wreckage and its bones