Arseny Alexandrovich Tarkovsky. (№ 381066)

I age up to my own growth picked up.
We headed South, kept the dust above the steppe;
Burian was Cadel; grasshopper pampered,
Horseshoes touched us, and prophesied
And death threatened me, like a monk.
Destiny to my saddle, I strapped;
I'm now in the coming days
As a boy, stood up in his stirrups.