This is not the first time we have reached Cape Chelyuskin; it’s not the first time we have taken a complex, but the only right decision … Tomorrow we go out on the return route. We return home.
All the years, centuries, and ages in a row
Everything tends to heat from frosts and blizzards,
Why do these birds fly north,
If the birds are laid – only to the south?
They do not need fame – and greatness,
Here under the wings will end the ice
And they will find happiness birdlike,
As a reward for the impudent flight!
What we did not live, what we could not sleep?
What drove us out on a high wave?
We still did not have to see the radiance,
This rarely happens – radiance in price!
Silence … Only gulls – like lightning,
We emptily drain them from our hands.
But I reward us for the silence
Be sure to have a sound!
How long have we dreamed of only white dreams
All other shades of snow were brought,
We are blinded – it is dark from such whiteness,
But we will see through the black stripe of the earth.
Our throat will let go of the silence,
Our weakness melts like a shadow,
And a reward for the nights of desperation
There will be an eternal polar day!
North, will, hope – a country without borders,
Snow without dirt – like a long life without lying.
Crows do not turn an eye out of us
Because there is no crow here.
Who did not believe in bad prophecies,
In the snow did not lie down for a moment to rest
The reward for being alone
Must meet someone!