The lyrics of the poem "The Doll Grows Up".

The city is closed at night.

Shops close next to each other,

Darkness came again, but

Dim and sparse street lamps, hanging,

Like a loaded flower stem. Years, layers of accumulation.

This city: bricks are made.

Railings and steel bars reinforced the earth wall,

Apply white cement.

Arch door. block

Donkey lane has become

At night, the road is empty-

No pedestrians, no cars, no dogs.

Sunlight opened the gallery,

Shops and restaurants—

Navajo wrapped in wool

Gathered in the city square,

Selling their handmade blankets,

Silver rings and necklaces.

Tourists are happy to buy accessories.

And everything—

This is another fascinating history.