Прочь сомненья! Транзитный, я верю, Довезёт до каких-нибудь врат! И шагнул я в вагонные двери, Не рискнув оглянуться назад!
А.В.С. I'm going on a transit platform, Arrived train and waiting for the conductor. The white-haired, in the form of ironed, Give respite even for a moment!
A warm breeze ruffled my hair, Day today, calm and fresh ... Why train a rising thrill With each step, it deprives of hope ?!
Trip metronome steady pulse Before the car counts steps. Somewhere beating wake Desire And failing cry of "Escape!"
Explore unblinking eyes He examined my crumpled ticket. Switch the semaphore signal, In the distance loomed the dawn ...
Other challenges! Transit, I believe, Dovezёt to what some gates! And I walked in the door wagon, Not daring to look back!