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Why is it called a hole?
Areas like Tchaikovsky mine?
Such lands where to live is grace
Such edges where you can breathe?

After all, these deaf places to someone
Nightingales sing in springtime.
There, within walking distance of the forest,
And harmony with oneself is not drowned out.

And a hundred and seventeen decibels of alarm
Do not tear thoughts in my head:
There is no metro, and not everywhere - roads,
But there is something important in this silence.

I thank I do not get tired in the soul,
That mother is a forester, and grandfather is a fisherman;
What I grew up in that wilderness
Where everything is natural, everything is so;

What distinguishes a lark song
And I remember the taste of fresh milk;
That there was a Perm forest in my soul,
May I now be far from home.

Forgive me, who grew up in these wilds
Granite, lanterns and hustle,
But the metropolis is like a gap
On the body of the biosphere and the Earth.

As an environmentalist, I want to say
What cities have a biosphere
Almost without giving, everyone takes
Forgetting the sense of proportion.

But here is the irony of my life:
I probably wouldn’t become an ecologist,
When in this territory
Not the university, but the taiga.

I will ask on behalf of the village
And small quiet cities
Do not name privacy
Unfairly - a hole.