Hay Square, 6 p.m.;
a woman was being whipped.
Young, and a peasant woman.
Not a sound from her lips.
Not a whisper anywhere
but this whip and its whistle.
I said to my Muse,
‘Your sister!’
by Николай Алексеевич Некрасов (Nikolay Alexeyevich Nekrasov)
(1848)
translated by Robert Chandler
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