Sparse grow the breadfruit and brittle birch trees and a tropical green gulf, hanging alpine lilacs, a cold lettuce patch and a world in need of an antidote, a sweet nectar among the lily and frog ponds of Central Russia, our elegantly combed hair and blushing umbrellas of the mushroom glades, the bitter-orange pine-needle metropolis, a great, unrepentant flood and for everyone to be under the water.