Littlehirosima: Fall Road to the Donbass

Original by Yevdokia “Dunya” Sheremetyeva published on the littlehirosima blog; translated from Russian by J.Hawk and originally published at South Front.
November 5th, 2015

[LPR customs]

Mom is waving in the window, anxious.
The last package of baby food has been stuffed into the car.
The door slams shut.
The seams of my jeans unexpectedly rip.
The next day or so will be spent on the road.
To the Donbass.
It should be quiet.

The South is different.
Steppe, poplar trees.
And suddenly colder than Moscow.
An endless queue at the border.
Days without sleep, “propping up my eyelids with matchsticks”.
Wind is blowing through my jeans.
It’s already fall.
Falling. Yellow. Naked.

And these bus stops.
Freshly painted and bright.
Almost like celebratory post-cards.

Against the background of bombed out villages and houses.
Which they haven’t managed to rebuild yet.
The bus stops are a marker, an attribute.

An occasional BMP.
Leaves flying into the window.

And that unexpected chill.
With white frost on the grass at night.

The Donbass still stands.

But the world had forgotten about it.

The local news reported last night that shelling had begun again.
Gorlovka, Donetsk, Schastye.
But the Russian news are quiet.

We have arrived.


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