Daughter of the Steppe – Tomiris

The light, fluid silhouette of a girl carved from wood, as if born from the rolling hum of the steppe, from the rustle of grasses and the glow of the sunset on the horizon.

Without a face - but with a thousand faces. She is not alone, she — is everything. A woman's strength, dignity, independence, united with the land of her ancestors, with the pulse of the great steppe. The name Tomiris sounds like an echo of a legend, like the call of the one who was a queen, a warrior and a mother for the future.

This is a poem about a woman connected by her roots to her native land. It is a poem about a woman who carries with her ancient wisdom — and yet always moves forward.