Lake Lagoda morning
Morning sun rays hit the Lake Lagoda waters
Lighting up the room Dmytri Zolotov of Archangelsk sleeps in
He awakes and gets dressed, combs his beard with a brush
Outside Valaam monastery, thick mist covers the lake
Dmytri washes himself, pushes his boat off onto the water
Peddling softly, on the quiet lake
Birds hidden in tall grass, a Lagoda seal by the shore
Dmytri stops rowing, looks into the mist
It up slowly, as if afraid of the sun
It’s a summer day, the trees lush and green
The belltower island, Dmytri ties his boat to a pole
He holds onto the ladder, climbs up step by step
Then pulls hard the chord, the first bell rings
A stork is awoken and spreads its wings
As the mist clears the lake on this Lagoda morning
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