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 drifts
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 looked with absent faces at the unnatural grace of Nijinsky
And then his impresario fell madly in love with him
And the Russian ballets
Winter with my generation
The women bent over the frames near the windows
A day on perspective Nevski by chance I met Igor Stravinsky there
And the urinals placed under the beds for the night
And an Eisenstein film about the revolution
And we studied closed in a room
The dim light of candles and oil lamps
And when it came to talking we always waited with pleasure
And my teacher taught me how difficult it is to find
The dawn within the dusk