Summer breathes autumn, and a story ends before it is told. The girl was “a rose of the wastelands,” she stank, and when asked why she was drunk she answered in English — “If you want to be okey / Drink a vodka every day” — the couplet preserved in every version. The trochaic sing-song of a folk ballad carries brutal material: pity, disgust, a lie told out of kindness, and a farewell — “fly off, stork.” The title’s spelling, a Russianism in Ukrainian, is the author’s own. The English punch line is not merely shock value; it is a sudden change of register that exposes how little explanation the speaker will receive. The poem turns disgust, attraction and disappointment into the same summer memory, refusing to tidy any of them into a moral.