Siberian summer morning

Summer morning, with fog, with dew,
in the taiga Siberian wilderness.
Quiet, cool, a little sad,
and the main thing is that there is not a soul.

As if you are walking alone in a clearing,
feet soaked, waist deep in the grass.
Somewhere distant brothers-earthlings,
fighting each other, in blind vanity.

Here everything is peaceful, breathing peace,
forest land melts slightly away.
Clouds in the sky float themselves, in formation,
there are no enemies in sight, there are only their own.