RUSSINA
Just the cow that was glowing
red was the only one he could
sell me, he said. 'What kind of
Chernobyl deal was that?' I said.
He laughed, but in Russian instead,
and though I understood not a word,
I got the gist. 'Which cow is this?'
I asked. He said he called her Russina.
'Good milk, but of a flaming red. Too.'
I remember making the deal, but walking
away somehow unsatisfied in my loss of
those rubles for this cow from Chernobyl.
It's funny the things you never regret.
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