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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

The wolf-wind howling down the steppes
Balloons the market-bound babushka,
Mottles the cheeks of malchiks slipping
Past the pale of teacher’s rozha;
Fast the western evening fades
On car, on sledge, the nation’s freight.
It is the vulkov wind that chills you,
Ivan. I have no wish to kill you.
Ivan, at your evening’s [...]

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