As promised all without deceiving, The sun turned up in early afternoon... An oblique stripes of saffron, I can't help believing, Slide down tenderly, Touching a curtain soon... It covered with hot ochre The neighboring woods and houses, My bed, my pillows and my hair and cheeks. The sun goes up and up, it never drowses On summer days and endless summer weeks... Am I still dreaming or it's my reality - Sweet amber honey August and its bright temptation? Mortality turned into sudden tiny immortality - Almost unnoticed, but well-known transfiguration... You walked in a crowd, apart and in pairs, Suddenly someone remembered that today sixth of august old Transfiguration. Ordinarily light without flame Comes on this day from Tabor, And autumn, clear as a sign, It draws the eyes to itself. And you went through the petty, beggarly, Naked, quivering alder In the ginger-red cemetery forest, Burning like a printed gingerbread. With its hushed peaks Neighboring the sky is important And the voices of cocks Called to each other for a long time. In the forest as a government surveyor There was death among the churchyard, Looking into the face of my dead, To dig a hole in my height. Was physically felt by everyone A calm voice nearby. That former voice is my visionary It sounded untouched by decay: "Farewell, transfiguration azure And the gold of the second Savior Soften with the last caress of a woman I am the bitterness of the fateful hour. Farewell, years of timelessness, Farewell, abyss of humiliation A challenging woman! I am your battlefield. Farewell, spread wingspan, Flight of free perseverance, And the image of the world, revealed in the word, And creativity, and wonderworking.