My very own translation of a little poem by Jan Brzechwa (January 2019) In a vase stood a tulip and a rose.The tulip said:„It may be so,That I resent,That nobody airs the room, incredibly stuffy,In such temperature I am not able to thrive.At least let the housewife open a small window,Yesterday I felt bad already, and […]
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