From Each
This post got me - rather tangentially - thinking of a poem by the Soviet children's poet Sergei Mikhalkov. You're going to have to read a bunch of irrelevant ramblings before you can read the poem at the end of the post. The book is slightly older than me. A hand-me down from a family friend. Preserved atypically carefully by me to hand-down. The 'tone' of the poems and stories from the Soviet stand out so distinctly. They are fun without being didactic. But they are consciously infusing a certain 'spirit' that runs through as a theme. In some ways that feels more 'complete' than the (understandable) Indian anxiety to ensconce in a tradition or devolve(!) to absurd fun. I was conversing with a cousin of mine a few days back about just how much Indian childhood, of a certain kind, was infused with so much knowledge of Soviet. I used to get the Soviet children's monthly MISHA by book-post . There used to even be section where the same crossword ...