Rostov the Great

In a province wooded and disgraced
"My Kingdom" is occupied by Nero.
There north, west, south beckon with forest distant.
There is no East at all. There in the east is the sky.

There all the altars gaze from under their brows,
All boats go there in the morning
Looks there with hope and love
Anyone who lives wisely.

The sky is doubled in a natural mirror.
It is both in height, it strives in depth.
In his space pristine free
The wind is walking and the birds frolic.

Here children enter the sky knee-deep.
Here the linen is washed, a flock of fish graze.
And the sky washes, like Nero,
And the coast is low, and the cathedrals are boulders.

Vera Avdeeva