A poem by Alexei Akindinov for "Gerika", written by him in 1997. "Gerika-Gerlikaerika" I’ll plunge into childhood with my head - There are green birch trees Through the transparent, rustling ringing - Blue sparkle and fire stars.
In the sky, a cloud soars Temple Twisted Cake Children run under him Pull up their arms
Do not say goodbye to us happiness! Fly still above us! Drive away bad weather from us! Star Temple behind the clouds ...