Бажанов, А. Стихи и поэмы о саамском крае = Verses & poems on the Saami land / Аскольд Бажанов ; English translation by Naomi Caffee ; with an essay by Johanna Domokos. - Berlin : Nordeuropa-Institut der Humboldt-Universitat, 2009. - 205 с. : ил., портр.

1 5 9 which smelled like our floorboards crowded sideways into trunks. And the forest was clearly not offended by the sound of a steel axe, or by the boys’ roughhousing, which often lasted until morning. And the snow, and the sun without sunset, cold rain and snow again. Polar spring brought the boys fun, games, and laughter. We were eight years old at that exciting time, w e had no w ay of knowing that in the peaceful childhood spring, May touched our feet for the last time. That in the light and gentle June, upon the first defenceless leaf, war blew in w ith the cold wind. The destructive whistle o f bombs rip the light-blue sky in two, and fathers, headed off to the front, w ill die, having sheltered us themselves, their own sons, their own orphans! We’ll discover all of that later, and w e’ll become men before our time. We’ve grown two times stronger on our own in the years o f reckless youth. They did not sew us new clothes in the latest fashions and cuts, the up-and-coming new style was practical military garb. I would have swaggered without silence, for as happy and joyous as I was, when an unfamiliar soldier gave me a simple shirt. He said: »Take it, sonny, and remember our long-suffering people, who have never been broken in any century by inhumane, evil hordes!«