Over the steppe, above the valleys, the wind played with the feather grass,
and it came upon an old, abandoned windmill.
And the wind called out to it:
"For nigh on half a century now
you have stood here alone,
as if enchanted forever."
(A song by Bohdan Kyik)
| Kyiv. Museum of Folk Architecture and Life. Pyrohiv. Wooden windmills |