The story of the winter butterfly

Story from “My Road to Myself”

Probably, almost everyone has seen butterflies in their life. Someone admired them, and someone tried to catch them, catch them and catch them... There was a story in my life when a butterfly sat on my nose by itself. Do you want to hear how it happened? The adventure impressed me so much that it was agonizing by itself.

So, to avoid repetition, I will provide a link to the poem.

The poem is written in Russian, because until 2022 I wrote in both Russian and Ukrainian — without any difference. Today, I, like many Ukrainians, am ashamed to speak Russian… That is why I want to translate this poem into my native language. I am waiting for a miracle to find the time for this.

Read a poem here...