Сестры Печали, Сестры Радости (aka Sisters of Sorrow, Sisters of Joy)

Posted: 2016-12-30 in ©ddr7hd, Да, я понимаю, Ich träumte von..., Pamyat, Polina, Samizdat
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She was the sister I never had.

I was low, blue and sad.

She swooped in from nowhere,

right in my face,

and, with a flash, took my photo.

Surprise!

Startled,

I blinked.

The camera was one of those old Polaroid types,

gradually the photo emerged from bottom,

printed,

developed,

so as to speak.

She waved it so the ink would dry,

and slid it smoothly into an envelope.

She’d be mailing it to me, she said:

“So, you’d better start looking out for yourself!”

Hah!

Ha, ha, ha!

Immediately, I *got* it,

and, genuinely touched,

I smiled.

“In the meantime, here,” she said,

and handed me a notebook.

“Write!”

Meaningfully and winsomely, she beamed,

turned,

and said goodbye.

I got on the bus, holding the notebook,

128 blank pages.

Mamka,

Papka,

Sestry,

Pechali,

Pamyat…

Such words swirled through my head.

Perhaps I could dream.

Perhaps I could write.

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