Grandpa is sad.
dreams of the steppe, snow
the vastness and the endless sky.
The frozen Volga.
The home village.
houses with chimneys
and smoke on the horizon.
And the mother, father and siblings
,
there in Kamenka,
away forever. Grandpa is sad
and I know why: his soul was
on the banks of the Volga.
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