When I was studying at the Literary Institute,
I treasured every moment of this five year cycle,
For, every second he was afraid that sooner or later it would all end:
I was afraid to lose LOVE: to a girl, to Poetry, to Moscow, to friends,
Which I purchased in exchange for separation from my parents:
with a father, with a mother, with relatives: brothers and sisters.
And I kind of lived between two fires,
When I lived in Moscow, I missed my Motherland so much,
where my loved ones were.
When I returned home, I was dying of longing for Moscow.
Where my favorite Poetry was waiting for me.
I literally drank like nectar every second
released to me by God.
Oh how I wanted these minutes, hours, days, months, years
Because then I entered my home HOME – into LITERATURE,
where I am to this day, but in a different place –
in their homeland.
True, I brought with me that LOVE for Poetry, for Moscow and friends,
which I still keep in myself.