Maria Filipova - Hadji

Short Story

A Bashful Flower

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Translated by: Professor Andrew White

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The snow covers up last night’s cares,

and in my soul silence falls

which seems like a solitary cabin,

lost among the whiteness.


Its little white flame flickers and evokes

memories of a hundred summers.

In my soul begins to babble a brook,

hidden under the ice.

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