I’m sitting at a lecture on soil erosion in auditorium M2 at the Soil Science Department of Moscow State University. It was Saturday at 9 a.m., first lecture. Only I and three other sleepy classmates showed up. Igroglaz was usually among them (although he wasn’t Igroglaz yet back then, he was just Kolya). And we usually sat together at the front desk — me as the main nerd, and he as the cat’s faithful friend. But that day Igroglaz didn’t show up — either he was working or he was sick. Anyway, the girl was sitting there bored and wrote on a piece of paper:
Seconds strike with force, ignoring human plight,
As rains descend, grains vanish out of sight.
Erosion works its way, by nature’s own decree,
And here I sit alone — in yearning, lost to me.
14.04.2006
