In the cold season, in the area, accustomed to the heat quickly,
than to cold, to a flat surface, than to the mountain,
a child is born in a cave, to save the world:
Melo, once in the desert in the winter can revenge.
Everything seemed great: the mother's breast, yellow couples
of a cow's nostrils, volhvy - Baltazar, Gaspar,
German silver; their gifts, vtaschennye here.
He was only a point. And a point has been a star.
Carefully, unblinking, through scattered clouds,
on the child lying in the manger afar,
the depth of the universe, with its other end,
star looked into the cave. And it was the Father's sight,
24 December 1987
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