Author of quotes: Anna Goltz (Khokhlova)

And the rain drowned, drowned the rapids,
Underfoot and floated the asphalt.
Word in the crowd was losing syllables
In the eyes of people laughed may.
The rain filled their starships
Dripping on the roof of the car.
And a mug of pumpkin honey
Looked poor in the window.
And the rain drowned, drowned roads,
And dissolve the ashes in it.
So the children shouted to the Gods,
Because they did not sleep during the day.
The rain accompanied me to the house
And wound up in a crude entrance:
Everything from the morning seemed new,
The small weight.
The rain had died off and were everywhere
Poor persons washed it grim,
And the city was turned into a pile
Stones, reminiscent of Rome.
Two guerrillas were under the roof,
On view for eight years or so.
And even the dead to hear,
As dad shouted after them.