How few places have been left
on the map of my life,
which I want to see again ...
They exist in the recesses of memory
as if written on historical documents.
He survived the charm of memories.
Time - ruthless dictator,
he manipulated my landscape,
and destroyed beauty forever.
Fate - the ally of time
he retouched people in these pictures.
And they left without saying goodbye ...
Relatives - they suddenly became strangers,
aliens - expected on Earth,
illusion, emptiness ... dreaming ...
These landscapes and people are missing.
I am like Odysseus who returns to Ithaca,
losing friends on the way.
