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    painting of a snowy landscape

    Poem: “Winter”

    By Julia Nemirovskaya and Boris Dralyuk

    February 28, 2023

    Here it is, my dearest winter,
    dearer than the fall or spring.
    Here it is, my native country,
    where I’m always wintering.

    Here are soldiers, soft as cotton,
    but in khaki head to toe.
    I’m to blame for their misfortune,
    don’t allow them in my home—

    which is why they’re running, running
    all across our hard-white land,
    like they’ll run along that shoreline
    where their days will one day end.

    Translated from the Russian by Boris Dralyuk.


    painting of a snowy landscape

    Aleksey Savrasov, Winter Road, oil on canvas, ca. 1870

    Contributed By JuliaNemirovskaya Julia Nemirovskaya

    Julia Nemirovskaya was born in Moscow, immigrated to the United States in 1991, and teaches Russian literature and culture at the University of Oregon.

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    Contributed By BorisDralyuk Boris Dralyuk

    Boris Dralyuk is the author of My Hollywood and Other Poems (Paul Dry Books, 2022) and the translator of Isaac Babel, Andrey Kurkov, Maxim Osipov, and other authors.

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