Author of quotes: Yefim Bershin

This fall has placed all in places
and froze forever.
Because it ends a century-Mandelstam
and is a time of wolves.
If all wolfhounds chained
waiting for free bones
I don't smell the breath of the Siberian winter
do not wait blued guests.
Only a month into the wide-open sky of the country
Golden ears spinning.
We have been and so no longer needed
that for us no one will come.

It's snowing silently, like a cat,
cereals like paws rustling
where enchanted, trembling
blue spruce grows cold, not breathing,
where between heaven and earth
there are no boundaries, and bare bottom,
snow, like white ash,
the past is buried.