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Paintings are accompanied by the author's poems. Translated into English by Andrey Kneller

Painting on Xuan paper, 68 x 68 cm, 2008




He sat down on the ice, afraid to slip.

Where was he headed? Winter soared as if

A wingless bird. It tossed the snow with wrath,

Without mercy, covering his path.

© Copyright Valentina Battler.  All rights reserved

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