If I could only put up with myself and the selves inside me... And than my ambition would be to carry the universe in my arms...

FAIRY - TALES

And so throughout the lands that flank
My native river's  either bank,
In clubs just built and huts old-planked,
In barns smoked through and through till rank
Live to this day, live as before
These stories, legends, tales of yore.

Old dreams of toil-tired fancy born,
Like fire smoke heady, sharp and warm...
All summer...  how soon will come ?
Through my homeland vast
The creaking, soaking rafts float past.

On each, as vital as the light,
worshiped as if a god of luck,
Hired season-long for fun and pluck,
An alter story-teller, white
Of hair and beard, shares fairy lore-
Those legends, tale and yarns of yore.

All needle-glints and sparks of lead,
Streams the Dvina its waters tarred;
The water may be soft or hard-
The rafts, the tales flow without end.

Please my readers 
HAVE A NICE TIME...