An Epigraph:
Currently, twenty percent of the territory of Georgia is under Russian military occupation, but in order to get everything in the real Russian style, She needs to add something completely extraordinary, that is, with the constant crawling of borders on the side of Georgia. And Russian soldiers do this: they share houses, courtyards, gardens, cemeteries, and churches of the local population...
The Verse:
In Georgia all of us in expectations
When the door of our house will open,
The Russian soldier with the barbed-wire will come
And will put a border on our table,
So the cup with tea will remain on the side of Georgia,
And the plate with butter will be in Russia...
And the Russian soldier, who will already be a border guard,
Won't be allowed us to eat the butter,
Because that a plate with butter already is in Russia
And we can't cross without its permission to the border.
2020
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