I lie in my bed. For a day or a week?
I don't feel the time, I am extra weak.
I hear the sound of the slamming front door,
I put down my feet on the cold floor.
Step by step, step by step I go ahead,
My world got so tiny like a piece of dry bread...
I stand by the window, draw its camouflage blinds,
My city looks sleepy but stays up days at nights,
My city is bombed, my city is blocked,
The time doesn't matter.
What's the use watching clock?
My mother is gone, my sister is gone,
I'm hardly alive and I 'm alone.
My oblivion is soon, let it be full of dreams,
I recall memories that were full of best things,
I get back to my bed, I am frozen through.
Leningrad. Winter. Night. In nineteen forty-two.
My city lives
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