The village-it comes from our childhood,
Lurking now around the corner, next door.
There's an old man harnessing a horse,
Watermelon with a melon brought to order.
The boys will take a ride to the nearest pond,
With geese to jostle, chatter at the dam.
Correct braid, undermined a block,
Mowing grass for the cow's daughter.
And rabbits love green alfalfa;
He would burn her on the lawn behind the farm.
...And at home the old woman prepares sour cream,
Bakes pies with cottage cheese relentlessly.
Already infused rich borscht;
Garlic, Yes, couscous fat in food - podsobit!
They will sit down to dinner under the shade of the trees…
And I had to taste that borscht.
As it was long ago! But everything is stored in the soul.
...And what else can be so valuable?!