Viktor Petrovich Astafyev. Last bow (№ 174640)

And the Yenisei, not sleeping at night, even cruelly bull on the other side, sawing spruce peaks over the distant pass, the silent village behind my back, grasshopper, from last forces working against the fall in the nettles, it seems to be all alone in the world, the grass, as if cast in metal, - it was my home, near and alarming.