After years of promising myself I would one day translate Alexander Kochetkov's "Ballad of the Smoke-Filled Carriage" I finally got around to it. The result leaves something to be desired, but it's a start.



Alexander Kochetkov

THE BALLAD OF THE SMOKE-FILLED CARRIAGE



“How painful, dearest one, how foreign,

Having joined our roots, entwined our branches,

How painful, dearest one, how foreign

It feels to split beneath the saw!

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