28 th June ... Blessed memory of his son ...

                                                               




Maybe she would cry ... wailing ... hide ...
But collapsed on the mound his mother, wounded bird ...
She lay for a long time on the ground, clutching clumps of clay ...
Only a prolonged groan in silence - my son, my darling ...

Rushed wind rustled ... and verse. All were silent.
He seemed to want to help her - in her silent grief ...
As on the cross, his mother lay, arms outstretched, wings.
Not able to understand the reason ... wall from impotence.

How to go on living when it krovinochki ... no more.
When darkened the whole wide world ...
Writhing in pain ... and yearned to go to him soon ...

A in the blue sky ... dove ... soaring ... circling over it.