Ольга Меделян - Простоволоса суть моя...
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A thin strand of me escapes
From her smoothly combed braid, —
The waves will not float like lake ripples
At the feet of the rocky strip.
The seas are alive with a running "ah,"
Rushing into the distance, striving for the sky!
Throwing on white shirts,
They will gallop to a trot.
Why ruin dense forests,
Planting graceful gardens?
Wild, simple attire
Like a mile of artificial ridge!
But to each his own path...
My bareheaded essence.
Having lost everything, you will learn how much
The former lands gave...