Desert Places

Snow falling and night falling fast, of, fast

In a field I looked into going past,

And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,

But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

Ivan Braginski stared out of the window of his office to see the thing he hated the most: snow. His heart was sad and cold just like the sky, hence the reason why it was snowing. He looked on the ground to see even more snow.

'Hm.' He thought 'It must have been snowing for a while now.'

The woods have it- it is theirs.

All animals are smothered in their lairs.

I am too absent spirited to count;

The loneliness includes me unawares.

"I cannot work with this weather outside." He said more to himself than anyone else in particular. He stood and began walking outside. He passed by a group of rabbits in a hole barely keeping warm. He stretched out his hand to help them but they ran away frightened.

'They always run away.' He sighed silently.

And lonely as it is that loneliness

Will be more lonely ere it will be less-

A blanker whiteness of benighted snow

With no expression, nothing to express.

Ivan noticed it was getting darker so he began to walk back. As he did so, his mental state continued to deteriorate.

'I will always be lonely. The snow, looking so innocent, is nothing like me. There are many snowflakes all different, but I am alone.'

But then he began to think of their similarities.

'We are both cold. We are both expressionless… emotionless…' He reached down and picked up some snow but it melted in his gloved hand.

"Even the snow runs away from me, how sad." He said standing up and making his way toward his house.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces

Between stars-on stars where no human race is.

I have it in me so much nearer home

To scare myself with my own desert places.

He isn't scared of the snow. He isn't even scared of the loneliness that comes with it. No one wants to visit someone as cold as he is and he has accepted that.

But he is very afraid that the cold snow in his heart-not Moscow but his human heart- will never thaw.

This is a poem by Robert Frost and I thought it fit Russia too perfectly. Hope the story matched the meaning of the poem well enough (I'm studying this poem in English so…)

Sorry it's so sad… and no romance between any other nation. Russia is the kind of man I always see on his own so here's what I came up with.

Criticize me! I beg of you! (teehee masochist…)

KaruKageXP~