Nostalghia

1:15:03

And I was a statue too

1:15:07

I knew I wouId be harshIy
punished if I moved

1:15:13

because our Iord and master
was watching us

1:15:20

I couId feeI the coId rising
from my marbIe pedestaI

1:15:25

as the autumn Ieaves settIed
on my upraised arm

1:15:32

Yet I stood stiII

1:15:35

But when I sensed I couId
resist no Ionger

1:15:40

I awoke

1:15:42

I was afraid

1:15:45

For I knew it had been no dream
but my reaIity

1:15:50

Yet I wouId die if I never
returned to Russia

1:15:56

if I never again saw

1:16:00

my homeIand

1:16:03

the birches,
the air of my chiIdhood

1:16:13

An affectionate greeting
from your abandoned friend

1:16:18

PaveI Sosnovsky

1:16:38

Maria