A wind at thirty degrees below zero
Unchallenged on the empty squares and against the bell towers
At times like machine gun bursts it disintegrated the snow piles

And around the fires of the red guards
Lit to chase away the wolves and old women with rosaries
And around the fires of the red guards
Lit to chase away the wolves and old women with rosaries

Sitting on the steps of a church
We waited for mass to end and the women to come out
Then we watched with absent faces
The unnatural grace of Nijinsky

And then his impresario fell madly in love with him
And with the Russian ballets
And then his impresario fell madly in love with him
And with the Russian ballets

Winter with my generation
Women bent over looms near the windows
One day on Nevsky Prospect
I happened to meet Igor Stravinsky

And the chamber pots placed under the beds for the night
And a film by Eisenstein about the Revolution
And the chamber pots placed under the beds for the night
And a film by Eisenstein about the Revolution

And we studied locked in a room
The dim light of candles and oil lamps
And when it came to speaking
We always waited with pleasure

And my teacher taught me how difficult it is to find
The dawn within the dusk
And my teacher taught me how difficult it is to find
The dawn within the dusk

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