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The rinsed fences dry themselves in the wind.
The kneaded black earth turns softer under my feet.
Soaked soil, tousled and wanton wind,
What more can I want from you today?
It seems to me that I’ve…
Contributor:
Peretz Markish
Places:
Kyiv, Russian SFSR
(Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1919
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It was a bright and frosty winter night, moon and stars in the sky, snow, bedded snow, in the fields, and no sound from the paths, no horse and sleigh, no bell from the way, just field and peace…
Contributor:
Der Nister
Places:
(Kyiv, Ukraine)
Date:
1913