This Cruel Age has deflected me.
Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.
No, not under the vault of another sky, not under the shelter of other wings. I was with my people then, there where my people were doomed to be.
It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.
Courage: Great Russian word, fit for the songs of our children's children, pure on their tongues, and free.
Hands, matches, an ashtray. A ritual beautiful and bitter.