October evening on the Neva

A steamed-up window behind tulle.
Foggy lights drift by;
red, white, orange
And above them the all-seeing eyes of the Neva.
A glance at illuminated windows
makes the mind wander.

In this vagabonding puppet theatre
the city seems like a miniature
and I'm the marionette.
Leningrad opens up before my eyes.