"Let's go to work with fists ..."
Lev Levinson. Photo from the site www.hro.org This is a line from a poem written by Evgeny Roizman in 1988. The Roizman of those years is a good poet, sonorous, memorable, not idle prolonged, in places dependent on Brodsky and on thieves lyrics. As for the thieves lyrics. I do not get here at all to brand a “crime” that is torn into power. In prison, people were sitting and sitting the same as everywhere.