I’ve not managed to last out my first term yet I’ll get another year or maybe four Lads, send me a letter - please, I’m set: How are things in that free world of yours? What do you drink? We hardly drink a thing! Here it even snows in summer... Lads, please tell me everything Nothing happens here; it’s a bummer. Oh I miss you in lots and lots of ways - I want to see your faces very dearly! And Nadyukha, who’s she with nowadays? If she’s single, tell her write to me quickly. Only the Final Judgment is so scary! A letter would be a lifeline for me - Maybe, I won’t get it - they’ll be wary. But, lads, please just write to me!
© John Farndon + Olga Nakston. Translation, 2022