To the wood -
On the sledges and on the sleighs,
In the coats and in the sables -
As the rich as the unlucky men
Run out - to
The mysterious wood’s brake,
Every now and again -
To the wolfs and to the bears’ dens.
Looking like the tired braves,
Venerable giant mates
In two girths and even in several ones.
And there I
Chew and swallow the air -
Yes, I’m only at this place -
Though behind the bars of trees - at large!