"Someday there will be no death, but this is not about us."
The poet Bakhyt Kenzheev, who was born in Kazakhstan, expelled by the KGB from Moscow, who died in America, became one of the new classics of Russian literature Bakhyt Kenzheev. Photo: Sergey Karevsky / Facebook *No, until the hand of the bird's hand presses you, Winding - I conjure! - In pure clearings, a laryngeal word, laugh, cry, guard me, stupid, about clouds of white -sided clouds. Neither Mozart in the sky, no falcon.