Denys Chudaikin

10/14/1993 - 02/08/2021


Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand, nor I half-turn to go, yet turning,, stay. Remember me when no more day by day, you tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand, It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember. Do not grieve for if the darkness and corruption leave, a vestige of the thoughts that once I had. Better by far you should forget and smile, than that you should remember and be sad.