Poems of Yuri Starostin
Katrine Valery Alalykin
To you I will not come today.
The stars in the sky were scattered by the flakes.
Here again I go melancholy
On the wheat with the tight ears.
In the field there is nobody, I am one.
And where I go, myself I do not know.
To me recently has told Katrine:
«It is hard to me with you the fidget»