Philosophy of Love
And the grove slumbers young.
And birds are a funny clan,
Sits on branches with feathers cocked.
In the spring of winter, the last breath
What a strange gray hair
Spring of Winter last breath.
On grassed green grass
Lay down white moss.
Snowflakes fall thick
Whirl in the morning dew.
Days, remembering gold,
Frosty blizzards in all its glory.
O, how beautiful the world is in love
O! How beautiful is the height of the earth?
With fields, rivers, and forest.
And then the blue seas,
Above the blue expanse of reach.
O! How beautiful the world is in love?
He looks different colors.
On the wings He soars Spring,
He sees with your eyes!
So much so that you suddenly forget everything.
Space, time, everything is alive.
And just beside You, my friend!
And I, filled with you…
You could argue with a myth
Pain, remember, that gray morning,
Drizzled gray rain.
Kissing cool, though
Wet trace remained in it.
I waited for you, arguing with the weather,
Warming under the canopy of birch trees.
But, the weather is not expected by the sea,
You have not warmed the hearts of dreams.
And stayed in me not come true.
In thoughts next to life gone.
And though the wound is covered with dust,
You could heal her.
You could argue with a myth.
And reality come into life,
But that morning, rainy drizzle,
Became a fortress on the way…
Nature’s lush beauty
Green forest, a huge house,
The trees live here, bushes.
And the sun light walks in it,
As a guest, who came from a height.
Dressed in gold rays,
He wanders, hides in the sheets
Plays, gallops between the branches,
Fluttering yellow Ptah.
In the clear air nectar
The trees spilled slender arch.
And the bird can be heard here bazaar,
And with a streamlet, a ringing chorus.
Nature’s lush beauty
Decorated this house.
Lures his purity
Forest plunge into it.
Transparent blue away
Transparent blue away.
And the day is lightening morning.
Redder than the Morning Dawn
Fire fever as if.
Filled the sky with fire.
The sun rose on the sky cool.
And having painted the clouds with amber,
Swept the brush like as if.
Painted a summer day,
Lake, swimming in a circle.
And the air was too lazy to paint
Add Summer to a blue friend.
Thoughts soar in the clouds
Thoughts soar in the clouds,
Cannot collect them either as?
Draft walks through the brain,
And the body is here, and the heart is there…
Three herringbones
Three herringbones stood under the window.
With green needles.
Grown on grass, green carpet.
Herringbones were friends with the wind and with us.
He hid in the prickles of the crown,
Attract to himself us branching struggle.
We often listened to moans the winds,
And often were running around herringbones.
I love you!
And again, we are young together,
We walk to school along the way.
Chestnuts to us, in frozen honor,
Foliage waving from a height.
The road seemed close
And the school is near really.
And I dreamed of going with you,
Slow down time at all.
And I wanted to fly with you
Over the world in the blue dawn.
And in the heart of singing, echoed:
– I love you! I love you!
I saw a wounded Birch
I saw a weeping Birch,
In the glow of the sun in gold,
Shimmering drops, tears,
Breaking in the thunderstorm wind.
Crown – spit branches
Bashfully shielding the body,
As the petals drop roses,
Windy leaves tore.
And the sun with a thundercloud,
Arguing with Thunder in the sky,
Did not notice the wind howling,
Birches, bent to the Earth.
But, soon, the dispute is resolved.
Having washed up with a Thundercloud,
Looked, the sun, letting the beam,
On the body of a chain in gold.
And where white skin is sheltered
Met a ray on the body birches.
The fracture gaped, oozing “blood.”
Sadness from the eyes do not sweep away…
Casual friend
I met you on the road
Fate entered your life.
By chance, as many see,
I found the ideal in you.
And we walked through life
Search your path.
And having passed through life,
Weed could not trample.
He climbed and pricked our feet.
Stir on the path to go.
And stones, like evil rapids,
We got in our way.
And now your twenty-eight
You decided to forget me.
To go straight,
In the course of life to sail.
What if the wind was blowing, so in the back?
And if the blizzard is swept,
Then hide in a warm valley,
Where the green carpet lay.
I won’t reproach you
My friend, is my love.
But hearts are deeply wounded,
It is better to get a wound in battle.
Sadness again
Sadness knocked on the window again.
She entered the house as an uninvited guest.
In the chair sat down, pulled the mirror.
Shook love in my heart in a handful.
– You know; I don’t love you.
I have long been different.
So, grimacing, teasing yourself,
Brought me words with you.
– My beloved, you look like that
What I loved for many years
Turned now into a dream.
You sow alienation shoots.
You cannot replace her,
The one whose thoughts are more beautiful.
After all, my burning heart,
You extinguish by yourself.
But I know and believe in fate,
Sadness you go away with snow blizzard
And the snowflakes lull a crowd,
Joy will replace blizzard the spring.
Prediction of future life
The burning sun will disappear.
The blue sky will disappear.
Only stars will remain
Over the sky, an extinct bowl.
But the sun will light up brighter.
Summer will land on Earth.
In the space of the Cosmic Abyss,
The earth will bloom different…
I did not carry you in arms
I did not carry you in arms.
I have not seen dawn with you.
Only gentle roses gave.
Petals in clothes are dressed.
They told you
The fragrance of its finest:
– Give, give him days
And the world will be more beautiful, yours.
In the sky, the stars will shed rays
Over the calm expanse of the sea.
And in the depths of its depths
They sink into eternity, arguing over time.
Dew will fall on the foliage.
Flashing colorful game.
And tears spill over
With petals dropped by Love.
The breezes shepherd
A shepherd breeze appeared.
Breakers – flocks of waves drove.
The sun’s disk suddenly went out,
For a huge cloud of black rose.
Dark blue water.
From the depths of the green mist of spray,
Imprinted wave tracks,
Scattered on the ledge spray.
Our shepherd whistled here in a pipe,
Lightning hit the waves.
The thunderbolt of thunder boomed
And the breezes rushed ashore himself.
Lightning in the game
Yesterday evening
Away from the horizon.
Blackened cloud with lightning in the game,
To the sea going down from the sky.
Love!
And you appear in the sky
Warm magic is warmed.
The constellation cloak is dressed
You shine life light.
“I’m here, find me!”
– In the glow of galaxies clusters?
Or in the thousands of sun links?
Or is it in the wind of the sea?
But life runs like the sun.
And see its sunset.
And there are no patches among the senses,
Love! But life will create Love again…
The sea was splashing around the stones
Splashing sea at the stones
Throwing oil blend.
And the beach seemed like a trap
Sand with fuel oil suspension.
There was silence all around.
Coastal pebbles only.
And the noise of the surf only,
Called and cried, like a child.
He called people to him
Enter the expanses of the sea:
– Go swim, jump in me,
In a wave game arguing.
But no people, deserted beach.
Call that one listens to the mushrooms,
Beds, lonely ridge,
Frowning eyebrows-blocks.
He remembers the noise of the fun days.
Transparent waves game.
And this sandy beach.
A crowd of people and day dawn.
When the sparkling star
The sun’s ray in the waves fell.
And sprinkling a golden spark,
In the abyss has become.
But the proud sun has risen.
Waved from a height
Spreading a bright wing,
Frozen in the beauty of beauty.
And the brave ray has reached the bottom.
He lit the sand.
In the radiance of gold, flashing,
And the sun for a captive.
But remembers Ridge another sunrise.
In the black oil slime beach.
And there is no longer clear waters,
And in the waves of muddies swash.
I see mountains of green beauty
I see mountains of green beauty.
Motley wild rose bushes,
He broke the tent under the height,
And the blackthorn has grown nearby.
Crevice notch wrinkles,
Gorges mountain blue.
Weave the face of gray peaks
In the elemental current of anger.
In the unrestrained snatch of the swamps.
And in the explosion cataclysm,
Formed a chain of vertices
And the clouds above them are mane.
Shining hats of snow,
The magnificence of the rock,
Ridge above the steeper shores
In a smile, escallop shines.
Here the sea is splashing at the feet
Gray ancient Caucasus.
Here a threshold for himself he created
At the entrance to the harbor immediately.
And the approaches to the steep mountains
For power hid the boulders.
They, going down to the shores,
Bite the sea swell.
As a guard stands gray Caucasus
The tops of the sky ripen.
Legends of the Highlanders, an ancient tale,
Over the sea, the songs legends sing.
We agree on the views
We agree on the views,
You are sixteen, you are in a hurry to become an adult.
And I’m in my thirties, with a gray near.
Me, girl, young.
With a sly look cast carelessly
Meet my tired look.
And next, matured, it is important
You say to me: – Hello! – And I’m glad.
As alms, I did not expect a smile,
And I did not catch a glimpse.
But suddenly yours are like petals of a sponge
With me everywhere, and I’m glad.
And I meet again with a smile,
And, “Hello!” – Tell me the same as yesterday,
And I am ready to call you a dove,
You, that my youth has saved.
Kiev Sea
Clouds roam over the plain of the Sea,
In the wild wickedness, Waves argue with the Wind,
Float rises higher
Play with a cloud in the sky, but do not hear
Clouds Waves stubborn aspiration.
Only see the evil unrest.
Tired of the Sea of Waves.
Anger turned here into a kiss.
Love poured along the banks.
Humbled their argument here and there.
The Golden Sun shone,
Smiled Sea Sky is blue.
I ran after the sun
Behind the Sun, I ran:
– Stop! – screamed.
But time is not to curb.
Sun began to run away.
I grabbed a ray of gold,
I shout to him: – Wait! Wait!
Stop and rest!
And the heat you sweep away!
But continuing your flight,
Said the Sun, in turn:
– I’ll stay and then
There will never be morning.
The night will be replaced by darkness.
And forever, forever will be so!
– Oh, the Sun, keep flying!
May the sunrise be yours!
And in the afternoon, shining flames!
Warm up your people!
Cheer up the evenings
And do not forget to return, during!
Stranger
The girl in love with the movement.
Girl with speed on “Thou”…
Girl inspired.
Not bright, cute beauty.
Gave me a smile at the meeting
How to give people the beauty of flowers?
And I saw her sharper,
In that smile, your features.
In the eyes of sparkle, femininity tender,
Like the glare of sunlight,
Shimmered before in the waters,
In the pools ow of eyes now.
And lips, flower poppy,
On the stem of the mill thin,
A petal burned in a smile
And in laughter he gave a bell.
And in the ashes with gold hair
He burned down and wilted.
And then her voice spilled,
As if suddenly the spring started to sing.
She told me: – Movement
And the speed with speed I love!
And I catch, only that moment,
And fiddling imagination.
And our conversation flew on the wings,
On the speeds of motion beauty.
What used to be sung in bigly,
Space sees the height.
And Speed, arguing with the girl in flight,
Her up to blue height lifted,
She told me: – There is something in it,
She could fly, becoming a pilot.
But the voice of stupid speed, not hearing,
I am fascinated by the beauty of maiden,
What raised us higher and higher
Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.
The space parted before us.
Imagination suffered ship.
And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,
Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.
Suddenly the stars turned into a day.
The ship bus became usual.
Noisy behind the glass of trees canopy.
And I called the movement of the heart.
But all in vain. We sailed to the city,
Work waited for us and life.
And the whole day, I felt like hunger
In the space of the stellar movement of the stench.
Her, that gave me a smile.
Her in love with flying.
And figure her is like a flexible floret,
And the voice that sings in me.
A meeting
At the tram stop
I met with you.
In a new denim dress
In a mini-skirt blue.
You’re alone, and a number of people
You look into the rails of the canvas.
Here the tram, there further, goes,
Here in the crowd, you are not visible.
And fearing that I will lose
So, my favorite.
I run and glance,
And, having found, I sing in my heart.
– Is that you? Nadia, hello!
How are you? And how do you live?
– Not really, you know.
I knew you would find it me!
– Can together, are you far?
– Not! I’m married already…
It broke off, something bending,
The heart sank in the shower.
Loneliness
Like ringing funeral scary.
As the crypt cools the imagination.
And even say no sin
You’re lonely, no regrets.
I would run to the galleys in chains,
The whip of the slave driver,
I would love to take blows
For a friend, at the deserted coast.
But no, I’m alone without friends in this life.
Drag existence somehow.
Although I have, maybe something extra,
But all this is so outwardly.
In the soul of desolation and loss
Those days that went through together,
With you that was once,
Now in heart you live mine.
I wrote a portrait with Muses
I wrote a portrait with the Muses visible,
The lines went flat and the syllable.
As if I’d met my beloved,
With waterfall curls hair.
Trembled and smell like flowering,
As a motive lays down my syllable.
He is in your eyes. In the spring
Reflected in drops b could.
No, these poems are few, few.
Need to portrait thee write.
To make the lines more beautiful
Rainbow colors them to find…
A phrase out of place
Old Phrase meaning is simple,
Sometime, with someone very famous,
She fluttered a simple bird
From the cell of words, it is open.
Then in the space of phrases
She was relevant and needed.
And soon to the heights of dreams
From easy to famous ascended.
So became the phrase that winged.
But soon tired of everything.
And suddenly disappeared from the mouth somewhere.
Where? In a book at all?
But our Phrase wants to rotate
In the circle of modern winged phrases.
Out of place with the mouth to break,
Among not relevant phrases.
All went passed by
Thou passed by,
Did not notice again.
Looking, as razor,
As sharp word.
Maybe thou would come to life,
In my fairy tale true.
What was once,
What has become covered with dust.
Dust of ardent hope;
Meet us with you,
So, my love, all,
All went passed by…
Ode to first love
I loved you,
Thou first love.
As if the world has opened,
Beautiful love with his thou loved.
From the first early spring
You with a dream, with a dream,
As with you,
I met with a vision.
With that lively beauty,
What gives us a Spring.
With a sweet, tender dream
In the passion, of passion, passion.
The evening has come again
Silence enveloped.
In the sounds of the voice came to life
Your voice of love.
The river he splashed.
Purred a trickle.
I, as if all was waiting
Since cute meeting secretly.
And set off to look
The voice is quiet and sad.
Timidly wait at dusk
Listen to the rustle of mystery.
Twilight generously gave
Stars sky, to dream.
And treated me
Moon ray sighted.
And I found love
In the lunar white decoration.
And not for good reason went to the call
With the Moon Beam we can see each other.
But she did not call,
But she did not come.
Only myth it was.
In life has become different.
On the sandy shore
On the sandy shore,
By the river, on the tubercle.
I am the watchman, and hold fugitives
On a silver chain.
And the fugitive is Thought
And the chain – the thoughts in the syllable,
And sand is a syllable meaning,
Well, and the watchman, a drop in the sea.
Mermaid
I saw a slim Mermaid.
And for a long time admiring the beauty
Because of the bush, so as not to offend,
Her chiseled young nudity.
Eyes, the purest blue of heaven,
Pensively looked into the depths.
It seemed in a fairy tale I was in a wonderful country
What a pity that I am not attached to her.
And feeling a glance upon oneself,
She, worried, suddenly left.
Into the depths of the lake behind something
Diving like a fish, swam away.
Dialogue
“Do you believe in dreams?”
– Oh no! Sometimes, though
Dreams come to me
With you less and less.
As I would like
See them more often
What would be closer to you.
And feel in their arms
You live though.
– However, my dear, in life there is no me.
I live in dreams in love with you.
Finding a living, you love her,
How will you be happy to date me?!
I believe you will come
Come back to life.
You will lead me away into the world of myth
And sing live songs.
– I, my dear, will not come to life.
I will come to you in my dreams.
What are you striving for, there I go?
What in life should not come true!
Equilibrium
How I love the pigtail hair newness.
With a splash of the sea comparable eyes.
In the foam of the waves, I recognize turquoise,
In the play of light rays.
Everything is beautiful in you.
Proud to become.
And when you turn your face to me,