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Inna Kabysh
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And I climbed onto the chest of drawers
under the reproduction of “Madonna with Beardless
St. Joseph”
and, so as not to think about the mouse,
looked through the window at the cherry tree
as big as an oak
from which Vovka threw me down twin cherries
and I hung them on my ears like earrings –
and just then Grandma shouted through the fence
to old Marfusha
that Vasily was lying cold
and already stank like Lazarus
and old Marfusha should look for some old
towels
and she came into the hall and began to rummage in the
wardrobe.
And when they left,
Vovka and I ran to the garbage man’s house
and saw through the window
how Grandma and old Marfusha dragged
Vaska from bed on the towels,