" Snow... Snows...
From the frost - as in Paradise
in the flooded
and the lighted Yurt"
[V. Kostyrya]
***
I sit on Chukotka in a bright, heated Yurt.
Suddenly Chukcha comes in his colorful robe.
And he says to me, " I hope you're comfortable here."
Let's kurpatu will underlie for convenience, padded.
I picked some apricots for you in the tundra,
Raisins, nuts, and a whole bag of tomatoes.
Eat, my dear, and let's go on the road.
You still have a whole box of poems to write.
Your Tashkent plague must have been covered with snow.
Your deer die in Karakum without a yagel...
And his book, with its bad rhymes
Take it with you - they won't understand you in the Arctic.
***
kurpacha-quilted thin mattress
lyagan - a large flat dish
Visiting the Chukchi
© Copyright: Екатерина Дмитриевна Фомина, 2020
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