When winter, my mind - snow-bank. Quick-whitted girl for higher rank To make with flame intention jink, - Throw on my standstill strong a kink. My Anny make me come to back, - Make her sweet body - lucky-bag: This girl make one more flesh to flick And take me up to strange to quick. My cold and her heat give to meet And dilute winter’s browbeat. And clear-sighted woman’s eyes Get break up winter’s lullabys. I’m not afraid as any snow, When Anny make push, so and so. Gorny Altay, 22.02.10. © Oleg Kosarev