I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis, <br />Where a Sazandar's groan resounds <br />The people cluster on the bridge, <br />The crowd carpets the whole capital, <br />While below, the Kuramurmurs. <br /> <br />Above the Kura are dukhans <br />Where there is wine and good pilaf, <br />A ruddy dukhanshchik <br />Gives glasses to the guests, <br />He is ready to serve you. <br /> <br />The thick Cahetian wine <br />In the cellar is ready to drink -- <br />There in the coolness, in peace, <br />You drink your fill, drink in pairs: <br />Don't drink alone. <br /> <br />In the smallest dukhan, <br />If you ask for Teliani, <br />You will find a friend. <br />Tiflis will be swimming in a fog, <br />Your head will be swimming at the inn.<br /><br />Osip Emilevich Mandelstam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dream-of-hunchbacked-tiflis/
