February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.
Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noice of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.
To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.
Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.
Boris Pasternak ♫
Maverick Mist 
Pretty dramatic
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Probably was a long winter for Boris. 🙂
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Happy weekend my friend.., un abbraccio!
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Grazie il mio amica e un fine settimana felice per voi anche. *Abbracci*
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I don’t like February either. At today’s exchange, rate hiring the buggy would cost about 24 cents.
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Surprised it wasn’t six rubles. I’ve seen an alternate translation which said – “To get a cab. For half a dollar”. So either way I guess a buggy wasn’t too expensive.
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Awesome textures! 🙂
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Thank you Nandini. 🙂
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Wow so gorgeous!
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Thanks Vixalexa. 🙂
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