Vladimir Vysotsky. The Nature Reserve.

Commentary to the poem “To the wood...”

As the epigraph to this poem, there can be used the words of Porphyry Ivanov, peace be upon him, from his work “The Untruth”:

Nature is a rich mother: air, water and land,
The closest, dearest, unforgettable friends.

Here comes to mind the machines’ address to people from Rudyard Kipling’s poem “The Secret of the Machines”:

Though our smoke may hide the Heavens from your eyes,
It will vanish and the stars will shine again,
Because, for all our power and weight and size,
We are nothing more than children of your brain!

And it is pertinent to give here Lucius Annaeus Seneca’s words: “Omne malum ex urbe.” (“All harm comes from the town.”)

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