Yuri Andreevich Gorelskiy
"Untitled" (May 13, 1913)
I could return to my prison,
To the dark cell, to the royal palace.
There I ate caviar, beef, and citrus fruits,
And they nourished me with honey, milk, and wine.
Though I was alone, my bed
Was double and gilded, and the sheets
Made of silk, velvet, and purple.
How beautiful were the days of my captivity!

But I am here, and here I shall remain,
Though I am in pain,
And death cannot deliver me from it.
I will live in hardship, though I need not work,
And I will not regret my wounds,
For thanks to them, I will not leave my own as prey,
Until our final day arrives.

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