Vladimir Morozov. (№ 314948)

Yes, Russian I - Smolensk and Tver,
The peasant like the son of margins
With cheerful, as usual, melancholy,
Where I am now the longing owner.
A pensive poet of old age,
Doomed to death, pain nurturing
Not to live, to survive...
And the way to the light
Perhaps, in the Park red walk.