22 January 2010. Cold morning, light rain. Slush of streetside leaves, steamy auto glass, dampness...
A row of Ukrainian girls, on an eastern church dais--les Princesses Tsarivny. From forest to footwear--their modelled voices, black and red shoes... The latter not so much discordant as unexpected... As opposed to lapti--the old kind--woven from the bast of the linden tree--or birch bark. "A kind of basket fit to the shape of the foot...," the wooden blocks employed in their manufacture apparently found in even in neolithic excavations...
The past. To dig into the earth--one possible route. Or a chain of flowers, embroidered in greens and reds, violets, blue, sparkling on white blouse. Worn in the hair as well, on the left side, over the ear. Black skirts with more muted motif--one vertical row, set slightly to the left. Their faces--the impossibly high cheekbones, slavic eyes... And to sing...
A world of young beings, from there...
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