In the cold grave as in the featherbed: tightly but cozily.
V. I.Dall. Proverbs of the Russian folk
They lie in the nameless dead-hearted cold depths,
Not in swell of the ocean, at the top, but the earth:
In the darkness of three winter - killed in war.
Men, women, and adults, and children together
Without a trace of full family names faded forever
In their last communal public apartment.
Out of there , grief didn’t tie everyone, here - inseparable:
Rich man, fool, hero, glutton, laundress, ballerina-girl…
You were reconcile by an enemy deathbed, but out of rest.
We know that your bodies had no last pure washing,
The cause of the end is not clear, family, deeds, fate are forgotten.
But we are no corpes -
We, not me, not you.
Данила Ма Пискаревка По английски
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