This poem was written in exile in Voronezh, in the three-year term draws to a close. Begins with a sense of urgency on the display of the pain: chronic asthma step by step approximation of suffocation! / Tired of the space of death. Voronezh exile, Mandelstam spirit in a state of collapse, with the result that he often found it difficult to breathe. This translated into the visual sense of suffocation: the horizon in the breathing - beat inflation - / but I blindfolded! Last sentence is obviously desperate cry, refuse to look at the world.
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