Here you will find the Poem When on the squares and in solitary silence of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
When on the squares and in solitary silence We slowly go out of our minds, Brutal winter will offer us Cold and clear Rhine wine. The frost offers us in a silver pail The white wine of Valhalla, And for us it recalls A clear image of a northern man. But northern skalds are rude, Don't know the joy of the game, And to northern troops are dear Amber, feasts and flames. They only dream of the southern air, The magic of a foreign sky. -- Nevertheless the stubborn friend Still refuses to try.
