The poem
Beyond Siberia again Siberia, beyond impenetrable forest again forest. And beyond it waste ground, where a blizzard of snow breaks loose.
The blizzard has handcuffs, and the snow- storm has a knife which kills at once.... I will die, pay a debt for others who live somewhere,
out of spite, out of fear and terror, out of pain, out of a nameless grave.... Beyond the wall another wall, on the wall stopped dead one sentinel.