Semyon Vilensky

The distant sound of a bell

comes into my cell with dawn.

I hear the sad bell calling me:

-Where are you?  Where are you?"

-Here I am..."  And tears of greeting,

sparse tears of non-freedom...

Not for God,

but for you, Russia.

1948

Sukhanov Prison

From "Written in Prison.

XXth Century. Russia"

Bilingual edition (Russian/English)

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