
The court writer Andrei Kolesnikov publishes a fresh poem of the once famous Vladislav Surkov:
“List of maple like a torn scarlet sail
soar over dazzling water
and northern almost fair wind
carries him to the supermarous mirage
hardly existing south
The universe is bright and uncomfortable
But the memory is fresh
And cheerfully raves about the past summer
while November is a lame fate
Rashes to the winter nightmare
Skeletons of apple trees
Mummia Cheremukh
Harded system of imperishable fir -trees
like pretentious letters in the book of the dead
vowed about the approach of snowstorms
About eternal ice about the cold of the inevitable
About the death of the soul in the snowstorm
Cool days lead somewhere down
Forgive each other that we are not gods
And we can’t change anything
And Xi - Aleet Sailing Lonely. ”