I haven’t seen a Ukrainian autumn in twelve years. The babushkas are selling yellow flowers and my bedroom smells like woodsmoke at night. And I’ve got a cold. 20 degree-air after 40-degree air will probably do that.
The sky is high. The Czar is far.
I haven’t seen a Ukrainian autumn in twelve years. The babushkas are selling yellow flowers and my bedroom smells like woodsmoke at night. And I’ve got a cold. 20 degree-air after 40-degree air will probably do that.