The stars glow blue. The trees are swaying.
A routine evening. Routine winter, too.
All is forgiven. Nothing’s forgiven.
Music and gloom.
We are all heroes, we are all traitors;
all words are worthless, each and every one.
My dear contemporaries –
having fun?
by Георгий Владимирович Иванов (Georgii Vladimirovich Ivanov)
a.k.a. Georgy Ivanov
(1934)
translated by Maria Bloshteyn
