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Sport 31: Spring 2003

Raisa Akhmatova's happiness

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Raisa Akhmatova's happiness

Nothing in life came easy to me,
this pewter plaited through my hair

is my award for getting up in the morning
and sometimes even doing the dishes

and sometimes even speaking my mind.
I have had tantrums, oh I have had tantrums.

I won't draw up a list of sorrows
and pain; when I skid like a horse on ice

I'll get up, trot off, sto, ste, sto, ste.
It is the happiness that is hardest to bear.