5 March 2010. Sun pops in window at 7 am, annunciation...
And why not? A Mari girl (this is a guess) in national costume. But how can there be a national costume for a people who worship the trees the stars? Every living leaf carries a note...
As when, last night, we distribute small sheets of plain white paper, cut swiftly on zinc, to be held in the fingers of each hand, pulled taut across the lips--a home-made kazoo. Smiles all round as we try the sound (chorus to Jesse Fuller's San Francisco Bay Blues), hard to tell if the experiment really works--for half the fun is in imagining so... No way to know, unless you are there...
A water bird, Kostroma, early spring...
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