Слободкина Ольга
Walking through the snow

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  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Размещен: 13/02/2026, изменен: 22/02/2026. 2k. Статистика.
  • Стихотворение: Поэзия
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  • I'm walking through the snow
       People are out with their dogs,
    some have 2 or 3 on the leashes
      as if we lived in a tundra
    and any minute rein deers can show up
    
    I'd photograph
      this castle of a sky-scraper
       through the fir trees, but...
    
    left my camera at home...
    
    I have a camera in my old basic phone
       that I'm using now,
    because my regular one is kaput
    
    I'm trying to make a picture with it,
       but it says
    "Insert the memory card"
    
    Just what does it mean?
      There is one in
    
    I remember my mother
       photographing in Sagrada Familia
    (she called it Zagrada for some reason)
       with her basic phone
    
    How could she do that at all!
    
    We went to Barcelona
       for her World Congress on Mathematical Computation
    
    Almost 12 years have passed
    
      She has left this world
    
    And I'm alone,
       in a broken health
    
    If this weakness prolongs
      I may quite the scene 
        very soon -
    for better? for worse?
    
    Today I was suffocating in my masks
      on the tram,
    in the Trade
       Center
    
    I don't wanna to take them off
      If I get another virus or cold
    it may be it
    
    I could have never thought
       my life would come
    to such a misery
    
    I mustn't complain, though
     No...
       I'm not complaining at all
    
    During the covid
      most of my things turned to rags -
    because of the keeping conditions
    
    And what have I turned into
      because of my living conditions...?
    
    I cannot improve them
       Never could
    
    My flat
       is stuffy and small -
    not enough space for all
      my clothes and archives
    
    Key issue -
       it's warm and mine
    
    When I moved in
       it was cold and drafty,
    so I had bigger radiators installed,
      had windows made fit for the frames,
    so that there were no gaps or cracks
    
    I'm not capable of such feats anymore
    
    Also redecorated the old thing,
      but it never changed its ways -
    falling apart before I could fix some part
    
    When I moved in
      I lied on the sofa
       and looked up at the ceiling
    
    I saw very clearly -
       it will be my grave,
    my sepulcher
    
    40 years have passed
      in a tough struggle
    
    It was a difficult war...
    
    Now I surrender at last
       raising and waving the White Flag
    
    Yield...
      Defen-
    ded...
    
    It has won,
       my flat
    
    
    Feb. 12, 2026

  • © Copyright Слободкина Ольга (olga_slobodkina@mail.ru)
  • Обновлено: 22/02/2026. 2k. Статистика.
  • Стихотворение: Поэзия

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