Poems by Umutkan Eralieva (Kyrgyzstan)

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Magpies are shouting in the street:

– A holiday is already on the threshold!

I think that mamuli

Give it to me on a joyful day.

Of all the different holidays,

I love the eighth of March.

The day is affectionate, gentle, beautiful,

It’s with a little wind, not hot.

I’m happy – the day has come,

I’m worried: – What should I get?

On the street , I still decided,

Turn all the flowers into a bouquet.

Snowdrops and tulips,

For the most beloved mother.

I’m already cooking in advance,

For Mom, after all, so much effort.

I cooked the meat in a saucepan,

And I’m baking the cake now.

I’m studying perfectly, Mom

I will please you by working quickly.