Julia Drunina. (№ 368926)

- You know, Zina, I am against sadness,
But today it doesn't count.
Somewhere in the boondocks of Apple
Mother, your mother lives.
I have friends, beloved,
She was you one.
The smell in the house trough and smoke
The threshold boiling spring.
And the old lady in colorful dress
Icon candle lit.
I don't know how to write her
Damn she wasn't expecting...