“"The Samovar Fireworks" - How a Granate Hot Air Balloon Lifted the Party Into the Sky”

This is not just any hot air balloon! Instead of a typical balloon, three juicy, but apparently overripe pomegranates float high in the sky, having burst open with such a bang that even the samovar on board decided it was time to heat things up—now it's warming up with a boot casually resting on top of it. Someone clearly forgot to tell the samovar that "not in the kitchen" applies to the sky too!

Inside the balloon, a merry group is having the time of their lives! The table is covered with dishes that would make even the most spoiled gourmet jealous. Wine is flowing freely, and musicians, seemingly unaware of their lofty position, are playing their instruments and cracking jokes. One of them, possibly on his third glass, keeps trying to convince the others to play jazz with… a boot (after all, it’s on the samovar!).

Below, that city down there! But now, it looks small, like a toy, because up here in the balloon, it’s high, it’s fun, and it’s not the Earth anymore—it’s a world of absurdity, where pomegranates can fly and samovars fuel laughter!

“"The Samovar Fireworks"

by Veranika Khvorashch

Up in the sky where the wild winds play,
A balloon floats high, in a most strange way.
Not made of fabric, but pomegranates three,
Bursting with juice, as ripe as can be.

A samovar’s perched, with a boot on top,
Heating the air as the pomegranates pop!
Inside the balloon, the laughter’s so loud,
As wine flows freely and joy fills the crowd.

Musicians are jamming, no cares in the sky,
With a boot as their instrument, they play and they try.
Below, the city looks tiny, a mere little toy,
While up in the clouds, they’re all full of joy.

In this world of absurdity, where nothing's too strange,
Pomegranates fly high, and samovars change.
It’s a day of pure madness, with no need to explain,
Just laughter, just fun, and a sweet, silly reign!