.
.
Tatars, Uzbeks and nentses,
entire Ukrainian people, and even
Volga Germans await
translators.
And maybe now, some Japanese
translated into Turkish
me and reaches my soul.
November 1933
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We sat in the kitchen,
white kerosene smells sweet
A sharp knife and a bread ...
If you want, warm up thoroughly the stove,
And if not, look for the strings
tying basket before dawn
To go to the station,
Where we find we no .
January 1931
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Help me, God, to survive tonight,
fear for life, your slave ...
Living in Petersburg - it's like sleeping in a coffin.
January 1931
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