/ The authors / Yuri Bolshak
I remember the river house,
Pine forest around.
A ravine in which the stream flowed,
And beyond the river meadow.
And us, by the whole days of God
Splashing in the river.
And mother's laughter, and pine noise,
And pebbles in hand.
I again recently in those places
Came from afar.
The house was destroyed, and the forest burned down,
And the river dried up.
Everything was...
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Pine forest around.
A ravine in which the stream flowed,
And beyond the river meadow.
And us, by the whole days of God
Splashing in the river.
And mother's laughter, and pine noise,
And pebbles in hand.
I again recently in those places
Came from afar.
The house was destroyed, and the forest burned down,
And the river dried up.
Everything was...
Read more →