Julia Drunina. (№ 369769)

I love all of the hurt and sick
Every meter of this strange land,
Hot sun above her
Flaming mountains in the distance.
Languid heat of the village
Languid heat of the herd.
In the drowsiness of ancient vineyards
Forget race of the year
What alternate era
That century after century fly...
The hot dry wind sighs,
Frenzied songs of the cicadas.
Delirium in heavy winds,
The unforgiving barbed dust
Continue to love, not trezia,
Every meter of this hard land -
Let gloomy, albeit unsung,
Let this unusual in the Crimea.
And I love, as love poets:
It is unclear why the most...