Author of quotes: Sergey Shestakov

what remains of blue eyes, green eyes -
the sky July, a quiet spring meadow,
in the fence high secret hole
in the secret dungeon of the forbidden hatch
what remains of the black steppe dust,
cold in the stomach, yarn, spindle,
low fog in the morning, in the evening it is warm,
and in the void of the open window...

while she says into the phone: don't remember, for a long time,
the person on the other end becomes December, and, feeling cold,
his neighbor in the apartment on the left slams the window
dissolves hair, dims the light, serene husband
says: what an early winter this year...
until the snow, they will love each other
occasionally listening as the wall in the apartment right chattering darkness,
or in place of the howling Blizzard...

she says: the woods, and he turns into a forest
with grass knee-deep, with trees to the heavens,
and is she in the green glow of crowns,
and the forest surrounds it on all four sides,
she says: the light and he turns into light,
and no one in the world, and there is no word,
and the cloud is white clay rolled into a ball
while barely audible, she says: God...