Borscht is a soup of Ukrainian origin that is popular in many Eastern and Central European cuisines, including those of Ukrainians, Belarusians, Lithuanians, Poles, Russians, and some Ashkenazi Jews. In most of traditional recipes, it is made with beetroot as the main ingredient. In some regions, tomato is used as the main ingredient, while beetroot may act as a secondary ingredient. Other varieties that do not use beetroot also exist, such as green borscht and white borscht.
The English word borscht, also spelled borsch, borsht, or bortsch, comes from Yiddish באָרשט (borsht), which derives from Ukrainian борщ (borshch). The latter, together with cognates in other Slavic languages, comes from Proto-Slavic *bŭrščǐ 'hogweed', and ultimately from Proto-Indo-European *bhr̥sti- < *bhares-/bhores- 'point, stubble'.Common hogweed (Heracleum sphondylium) was the soup's principal ingredient before it was replaced with other vegetables, notably beetroot. The beetroot borscht was invented in what is now Ukraine and first popularized to North America by Yiddish-speaking Ashkenazi Jews from Eastern Europe (see History below).
Borsch is an alternate spelling for borscht, a beetroot soup of East European origin. Borsch, borscht, borsh, borshch, or borsht may also refer to:
BORSCHT is an acronym for the set of functions performed by a subscriber line interface circuit (SLIC) in the line card of a telecommunication system. The letters represent the following functions: battery feed (B), over-voltage protection (O), ringing (R), signaling (S), coding (C), hybrid (H), and test (T).
An earlier or alternate version of the acronym is BORSHT, lacking the letter C for the coding function.
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It's in the wave of a hand
And a view so bright
It turns the world
And makes all right
Yet seems to say, come what may
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If you touch by it all
Lucky to be brushed by it all
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In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
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Looks like that you're the next blessed in town
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It's in the tune in your head
That makes all light
Turns your world
Illuminates life
And makes you see
All the love within
Is still yet to come out
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You have to think again
And get touched by it all
Than walk in single file
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground
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Looks like you're the next blessed in town
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Than walk in single file
In a worn out smile
That you found on the ground