Russian Folk Festival 2014

THE BREASTS OF MNASIDIKA

With care she opened her tunic with one hand

and handed me her warm and soft breasts,

as is offered to the goddess,

a pair of live turtledoves.

'Love them well,' she said;

  'I love them so much!

They are darlings, little children ...

I take care of them when I'm alone ...

I play with them; I make them happy ....

I wash them with milk ...

  I powder them, with flowers ...

My fine hair that

are expensive to their little tips ...

I caress them shuddering ...

I lay them in wool ...

Since I will never have children,

be their infant, my love; and,

since they are so far from my mouth,

give them kisses from me. '

Nina <3