ПрощаниеProshchaniye

“And he left, unasked about anything, into the clouds — endless, eternal”

In the last year and a half of his life, Dad — inspired by a gifted (and well-worn) copy of a book on classical Chinese poetry — suddenly took up Chinese.

He took it up, as he did everything in his life, with abandon — learning characters, trying to read without a translation (mostly the labels on Chinese cosmetics and toys 🙈), and, of course, writing songs.

I think this is the very last song he wrote, with a fitting title — I don’t know whether by chance or whether he “arranged” it that way on purpose.

The song came out strange both in the original (which I’m also attaching in the comments) and in the “reworking.”

I suppose that’s how it had to be.