Here you will find the Poem I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis of poet Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I dream of hunchbacked Tiflis, Where a Sazandar's groan resounds The people cluster on the bridge, The crowd carpets the whole capital, While below, the Kuramurmurs. Above the Kura are dukhans Where there is wine and good pilaf, A ruddy dukhanshchik Gives glasses to the guests, He is ready to serve you. The thick Cahetian wine In the cellar is ready to drink -- There in the coolness, in peace, You drink your fill, drink in pairs: Don't drink alone. In the smallest dukhan, If you ask for Teliani, You will find a friend. Tiflis will be swimming in a fog, Your head will be swimming at the inn.
