Braved the truth
In the ancient civilization
Hardened into steel
Mortar and bricks
The Gulags or A day in the life of Denisovich
The First Circle
Massive chronicles of life
In the tradition of the ancestors grand
Broken though looked but the massive stature
Made of steel again
Studded with the softness of truth
Spoken time and again
In the mortal beings
Whom once the conscience has chosen
To take refuge in
Many a blows and tortures
The pain do speak but the reality
In connection with the past
Stretching like a bridge
A prophetic elegance
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Remembered in passing
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