In high feather
She did her best to be bright and elated.
Something went wrong since the day of her birth,
So she turned to a wide deluge of hatred.
She was too modest, but never a wreck,
In love with her town but alight when she travelled,
Her mind was as fine as a newly-made deck
Of playing cards with their secrets unravelled.
© Maryna Tchianova
*This is my tiny contribution to the so-called 'Odesa myth' and a dedication to F.Ranevskaya, based on extracts from her biography.
Note that in different countries the same biography is depicted more or less academically, with focus on major events or more private, 'low key' details and personal reflections of the author.
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