Vladimir Vysotsky. The Nature Reserve.
To the wood...
To the wood—
On the sledges and on the sleighs,
As the rich as the unlucky men
The mysterious wood’s brake,
To the wolfs and to the bears’ dens.
Looking like the tired braves,
In two girths and even in several ones.
And there I
Chew and swallow the air—
Though behind the bars of trees—at large!