It’s
December 3rd. I’m on the road.
The train rides slowly and I want
To get away from here. My home
Seems now much better than it was.
That trip, I think, is not for me
Minsk says to me I’m not from here
And that I’m stranger. I agree
And waiting time for me to leave.
It’s
December 4th. I’m going back.
The train rides fast as newest jet.
There is a paper in my hand.
I see on it your name and mail.
That stupid trip at once became
The best event. Oh, what a shame:
I just find out that Minsk is friend.
That’s happy start, not happy end.
March 2015
Two diary entries
© Copyright: Павел Каскенов, 2015
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