��I see before me a lane running between two rows of
straggling cottages — I cannot remember the name of the lane ; I do not know whether it has anv name at all ; But I remember it was broad and unpaven and
shaded with wide-branching chestnuts — And enters the market-place Just a few houses after my Grandfather's — Kartushkiya-Beroza !
��I can see it even now
Mv Grandfather's house —
On the lane, to the right, as you come from the mar- ket-place ;
A big, hospitable frame building —
Big like my Grandfather's own heart,
And hospitable like Grandmother's smile —
I can see it even now.
With the white-pillared porch in the centre and the sharp-gabled roof
Pierced with little windows ;
And the great quadrangular garden behind it ;
And the tall fence surrounding the garden ;
And the old well in the corner of the garden;
With the bucket-lift
Rising over the fence —
Kartushkiva-Beroza !
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