Colors of Georgia

@ We were in Georgia. You can get this land If hell is multiplied by paradise, Bare indigence by tenderness, and if A hothouse serves as pedestal for ice. And then you’ll know what subtle doses of Success and labor, duty, mountain air Make the right mixture with the earth and sky For man to be the way we found him there. The Waves, by Boris Pasternak, 1890-1960. ___________________________________________ Оригинал стихотворения: Мы были в Грузии. Помножим Нужду на нежность, ад на р