Call me, call

"I knew that many envy us, long years together. But if they knew how happy we are, we probably would have burned in the square. Every day I heard: "Alka, I love you!" I'm so used to these words that I can't believe never (what's the word irreversible!) will not hear them again. But they sound in the night, forcing me to Wake up and not leave any hope on a dream..." - with these words the poet's wife Alla Kireeva preceded the present collection of poems.