By Olga Berggolts
Well, I know - in a stone house
I'm talked about, judged and fixed...
They intend my soul ardent
Thus to hold in their captive.
For the righteous suffering,
For my friends unsigned in some laws,
They'll award me the rust window
And a guard against the door.
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In russian and translation into bulgarian
by Krasimir Georgiev
http: //www.stihi.ru/2013/01/22/966
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem