I'm by the river...
 The water lilies are swaying
   on the waves,
their yellow heads
   and broad leaves...
And my heart and mind
  are getting a little lighter...

My life is waning and meaningless...

I had an anchor - my mom...

Now she is gone...

I'm praying for her soul...

I don't want her to know
   how awful it is for me
to live without her...

"What will happen to you
   when I'm gone," -
she once said.

She was worri-
  ed
and not for no reason...

I've never thought
   it would be such a draught...

I've lived my life alone
  and speculated
it would be the same without her.

Alas, 
   I was wrong...

The International shows
   want nothing, but money...
Then they would praise you and eulogize...

The rest of the world
 wants nothing at all
from me...

I should finish
  the projects
of me-
  mo-
   ry...

I really want
   my family names
remain
   in the country's
scientific his-
   tory...

Then I will leave this world
   with relief...


July 17, 2026