Indian Summer, by Andrey Kneller The currant leaf is prickly and coarse. /
The windows in the house ring with laughter. /
There, women shred it, peppering the cloves, /
And mari...
Indian Summer, by Yuri Menis Leaves of currant feel woven and prickly. /
Hearty laughs through the household cascade: /
There is peppering, shredding and pickling, /
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