(From Russian foreign philosopher – to Soviet emigrants)
Our state is neglect by the crowd;
And half of them have not a doubt,
That Russian soul is only loud
And nothing-meaning, empty sound!..
Oh, you is dead, a native proud!
What can we see, when looking ‘round?
The OVIR casuals lost a count
Of those, who strive to go out.
That’s can’t be so! I must to note:
We have an exceptional rode,
And Russian cross is our crown!
Since Bible’s time it is well known,
That our save – in God alone.
Without God the West falls down...
26th of September, 1990
Patriotic sonnet
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