Olgachka,
So much still left unsaid
A sequel ne’er to be
A life left poised on pause
For all eternityYou taught us how to live,
To give, unstintingly
Till life itself dealt cause
To end that revelryThose fatal cards — you chose
To lay down, not to play
To not reverse the roles
That yours were till that dayYour mother’s guardian angel,
Inspiration to us all
You need not have feared that phone call:
Ya Uzse Vsë Ponimal.Dorogoyka, pri vsekh moikh liubvi,
Stëpa