Tokmakova

Water-bound, our country house Anchored stands and lost, With that naughty summer shower Having done its worst. Only my small boat is bravely Struggling ’gaint the swell. Though my sail is only paper, It does just as well. Summer showers translated from the Russian by Raissa Bobrova, Sergei Ess, Olga Shartse. Illustrated by Lev Tokmakov