Rasputin
Years are gone
Sound of words is enough to remind:
“Oh Russians” in the song.
And Sasha;
Thin, bony everywhere, even face
Of Cossacks, Asians, had trace
A photo, ancestor, officer
Picture of many words.
Now comment in paper:
“Wait until, come Russians.”
The words are clear
Dread-filled
Fearful
Who are they?
The Russians…
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