Pushkin with an eternal lament:
Dark falls upon the hills of Georgia,
I hear Aragva’s roar.
I’m sad and light, my grief – transparent,
My sorrow is suffused with you,
With you, with you alone…My melancholy
Remains untouched and undisturbed,
And once again my heart ignites and loves
Because it can’t do otherwise.
(Photo: Georgians escape from a house set on fire by South Ossetian militia on August 18 in the Georgian village Kvemo-Achebeti, some 5 km from Tskhinvali. By Dmitry Kostyukov/AFP/Getty.)
The Dish 