#Painting#Portrait#Stories about them

Homeless in a hat

Oil on canvas


I come and go,

And turn back home.

The beggar outside

Never goes away 

From the parking zone;

On a concrete ledge

Under a hedge

Near a supermarket.



Mornings, evenings,

Days and nights,

With apathy

And paper cup


How to move him – 

Like the Globe?

Like a train of thought?


How to change the world?

I wish he rose, 

I wish he rose..


I wish he rose 

And went for the lakes

For Ozerki and highways

And then be followed by all.


Natalia Mandelshtam

Translation by Kira Usatenko