Moscow... how much within that sound there
To make a Russian's heart awake,
How many echoes does it give and take.
is a town of hopes,
Town of funny wanderings,
Town of wet clothes,
and of later confessions.
Its face is gray, but town is young,
It's ring of tramway's laughter.
And wires sing between
Kemerovo is perpetual
Even NO SMOKING at morning
it is not counted, but in time
A prodigal train will dash away.
Irina Samonova© 1999-2019