A Khanti poem from Agrafena Sopotshina
Good mother
Dear mother
I become happy
Come to me
In happiness and riches
Live with me
If unhappiness comes to me
Comes the last piece of bread
The last of piece of fish
You I will give
Every world of yours is lighter feather
Every deed of yours lighter than down
Read an excerpt from a speech by Agrafena in the article Siberian Indigenous Recovery