The grandmother

                Unforgettable and light memory of my favourite grandmother
                Vasilevoj Maria Vasilevny, where to me as early as 5 years.

The khlopotuniya*  – the grandmother,
Kind washing,
You will bake to me oladuschkys**?
Fairly, without lies?

You allow, the granny, me
Samovar to kindle,
Cones yes coals.
I big already.

I will pin a hatchet
The whole lots of fire wood,
Has nicely put it is argued,
If you are healthy.

Let's sit down together with the grandmother
Under lilacs a bush,
Let's eat oladuschkys,
Behind ears a crunch.

With oil, with sour cream ,
In a cup to edges.
To listen I won't be tired
Its songs.

We filter tea from a saucer,
The spirit is fragrant,
Let people that laugh
It is not enough buckets of two.

Both from me, and from the grandmother
Sweat a stream flows,
Where mountain oladuschkys?
Have devoured together!

It is tired, naturally,
From top to bottom a head,
Sing on a dream to me a song,
And to kiss!?

*khlopotuniya - хлопотунья.
**oladuschky - оладушки.