About the book: 2019 / A century-wolfhound throws itself on my shoulders, But I am not a wolf by blood: Better stuff me, like a hat, into the sleeve of the hot fur coat of the Siberian steppes . So as not to see either a coward or a flimsy filth, or bloody bones in the wheel; So that the blue foxes shine all night for me in their primeval beauty. From the author: Old work based on “The Wolf” by Vysotsky.