In hospital park by Eldar Ryazanov Translation from Russian: Ст. Parusheva traslated from Bulgarian Ann Wood
In the old park are the hospital buildings,brick and simple hulls ...
How sorry I did not learn to please,
and it is a pity that I do not believe in miracles.
Behind the window of my room - autumn,
the leaves will soon rest under the snow.
I am all choppy and furious,
I can not accept the injustice.
Why should I think about the fate of the people,
where does it go and how will this century end?
As the whole nature dies,
so dull dying and man.
I had to leave for a long time, to dissolve ...
Forgive scents and voices,
colors and sounds, my dear people,
forgive your hospital walls.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-12-02 at 23:34
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