Homeward

I am in the passage of the farm house

And our house

 I am eighteen

And you have gone

There were roses for you

But you are in a hotel room

I go to a foreign country

To the Kremlin, to the trains of Tolstoy

Others want to go home

I am too scared

 The state that never belonged to me

But how do I see you again

I break away, the tears come

In the land of the Bolshevik Revolution

Trying to call home, it is me in this room

No one

Back in the ward

I do not want

To go home

Let me stay in the land of cold ice war

I don’t want to wear this bravery anymore.