I married in Moscow and lived at my wife's place.
I made a living from my translations like before,
I translated novels, books from 
various languages into Lithuanian.
About once a year, I'd get a fee 
and I could live off that fee.
Well, I made a lot of friends 
and acquaintances in Moscow,
almost all of them disposed to act very freely 
and in an anti-Soviet way,
there in Moscow, already there were many of them.
I've already mentioned some of them; 
I'm going to mention several more now. 
For example, there was a certain thinker 
– you couldn't really call him anything else –
Grigory Pomerants, a former political prisoner,
who had spent a good number of years 
in Stalin's labour camps,
because during the war he had fought in the Soviet army
and had protested against the atrocities 
committed by Soviet troops in Germany.
He wrote letters to the government saying that 
this shouldn't be allowed.
And he was sentenced to prison for doing that.
He said that he could never have graduated from 
a better university since in prison with him,
there was a large number of professors, each of whom 
taught complete courses to their friends in misfortune.
Grigory Pomerants is still alive today 
and lives in Moscow,
the author of many books, a popular person,
who wrote during those times for the 
'self-publishing agency' or samizdat.
He wrote philosophical essays, witty, interesting, 
easy to read, and of value on every level.
Young people used to get together at his place.
And he, in a small flat, the flat was perhaps 12m²,
he taught those young people, as it were, wisdom.
We discussed all kinds of things –
we discussed Hegel, we discussed Kant, 
we also discussed politics and many other things.
