The grave of Leningrad Blokade Vivtims

They lie in the nameless dead-hearted cold depths

Not in swell of the ocean, at the top, in the earth

In the darkness of three winter  - killed in war

Men, women, and adults, and children together

Without a trace of full family names faded forever

In their last communal public apartment

Out of there , grief didn’t tie everyone, here - inseparable

Rich man, fool, hero, glutton, laundress ballerina-girl

You were reconcile by an enemy deathbed, but out of rest

We know that your bodies had no last pure washing

The cause of end is not clear, family, deeds, fate are forgotten

But we are no corpes  -

We, not me, not you.