SO
So I’m old! Even I’ve a grand — daughter.
During life I crossed fire and water.
Being a rather experienced one,
I feel myself always likewise a son.
I am not simply a son of my mother,
But many teachers, my friends and all others,
Who had been tuning up strings of my mind.
Helping to get features of certain kind.
I am a son of provincial town,
I was up here and soon should be down.
Farmed in the 60-th I steadily show:
I am a son of Nikita Khrustchov.
Parents of mine were hard labour and hunger,
They educated me when I was younger,
Showing what was a kindness, a crime,
Forming the spirit — a son of my time.
