T’first time I saw her, I decided to climb t’Maslenitsa pole. Drunk chaps used to fall from there, break their necks and spines, but now no un dares to climb it, neither drunk nor for a damsel, but I did
The pole
The prizes are the parcels in printed cloth tied along the crossbeams.

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The effigy
watchinn t’Maslenitsa straw effigy burn
Straw, a printed skirt, a headscarf, a plait, a blank white face, arms out — photographed on Forgiveness Sunday in Kirov.

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