82 poems (bilingual edition, Greek-Russian)
ATHOS
Quiet words of prayer
and sound of bells,
and it barely reaches the ears
the lapping of the waves faintly audible.
pale rays of dawn,
bright expanse,
and in the clouds the monasteries,
like mountain silhouettes.
Ancient flash of images,
the candlesticks twinkle.
A covenant, a law
for many years without interruption.
I wipe away the tear of oblivion
with a heavy hand.
Home from Athos I will bring hope and peace.
For a moment I was saved
in my ignorance
in the mist I rose
above the stinking reality.
Of eternal wisdom the answer
I have already received
like distant starlight
it glows in the soul.
