This sums up nicely how I feel today:
From Poems for Children by Osip Mandelshtam entitled Primus, with illustrations by Mstislav Dobuzhinsky (1875 - 1957)
“I’m raw and uneducated,
it’s easy for me to become yogurt,”
said the raw milk
to the boiled.But the boiled
answers tenderly,
“I’m no mollycoddle,
I have skin!”
Nothing quite like Russian nursery rhymes…
(via ajourneyroundmyskull)
