I forgot the weather of my childhood

I forgot the weather of my childhood,

Warmth of wind, and else the soft of snow.

On the planet earth not exit tool,

Which returnes the time of my childhood.
And remain so little information

In my poor memory today,

Blue conflowers on my roads flourishing

In the bright sun of my childhood's days.
Odour of te berry of wood sorrel,

Odour of the bush of juniper,

Odour of so many drying flowers?

Like the reek inside the hospital
All or this I always have in memory,

And remember this in various countries.

Using this, I soothe my heart, which sore,

If remember nasty memories.
Варлам Шаламов

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