Ekh, Sakhalin-batyushka Moya lyubov' i moye proklyat'e... Vspominaesh' li khot' inogda neputyevogo svoego pasynka, kolesivshego po prostoram tvoim sorok let tomu nazad v popytke otyskat' schast'e, a, mozhet byt', pytayas' ot sebya ubezhat'? Ty snish'sya mne vse eti dolgie gody, proletevshie kak mig. Zdes' ya lyubil. Zdes' - vozmuzhal. Net krashe vremeni, chem yunost'. Zovyet menya v to vremya neugomonnaya pamyat'. Vas, rodivshikhsya v drugoy uzhe strane, na drugoy planete, priglashayu poputeshestvovat' so mnoy vo vremeni. Pover'te, my byli takimi zhe: stradali i radovalis', nenavideli i lyubili, verili, nadeyalis' i oshibalis'. I serdtsa nashi byli otkryty.