Tuesday, 6 October 2026

Around the village thunderstorms wandered, And often, full of longing, Lightning strikes, through tears, Broke the sky into pieces. It lashed as if from a flask, And above the gathering of birches A feast of electricity and moisture Merged into furious ch

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Around the village thunderstorms wandered, And often, full of longing, Lightning strikes, through tears, Broke the sky into pieces. It lashed as if from a flask, And above the gathering of birches A feast of electricity and moisture Merged into furious ch

Returning from Work. Nikolay Zabolotsky, 1954

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