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Translated into English by Elena Fairchild |
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My poems
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NEW YEAR EVE...
That pine smell, and those Indian lights,
And your reflections in the ornaments,
Those magic crystal notes
The clock strikes midnight…. Happy New
Year!
And all your childhood memories
Will take you for a moment to the Never Land,
And Father Frost or Santa Claus
Will show in the window his frozen nose.
The lobulated tangerine
Will remind you are not alone,
And it’s alright to laugh like crazy,
To sit down and read poetry to everyone.
And dance around the Christmas tree,
Then visit everyone you want to see
To wish them all new happiness
And wonderful New Year!
And say “The same to you”.
How much I love New Year Eve for this,
That people still are looking forward to this “happiness”!
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If you have a cherished wish,
Just ask and you’ll be given!
Believe in God and He will never forget
About you, ever, the living,
And will help you the minute you ask Him to
If you’re sick, He will find a cure for you!
If you believe in Him, our God!
The healer of souls
And the Universe master.
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FALL
I love the cold autumn rain,
As I sit home wrapped in warm throw,
I see sundown rays on the autumn trees
Saying good-bye to the beauty of summer.
I love to greet the autumn in the woods,
To pick the multi-colored mushrooms
And pick the best ones!
Your hunt is rewarded at times
With beautiful mushrooms or leaves of big size.
And there’s a stump – a rotten old gnome!
I love to make an
autumn wreath
And bring the autumn colors to my home.
And feel I am not
alone
Admiring the colored
autumn portrait.
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Hey stranger, would you wait for me,
Allow me to walk beside you,
And then the grievous rain
Would hide my tears.
Console and make me warm,
Allow me to sit by myself,
And listen to the hot fire,
Remember my past and present…
You make me warm, stranger
And I want to stay here forever,
But the wind is blowing hard
And commanding me to go back.
Please don’t say a word,
Don’t torture me with questions,
Just see me out the door
And forget about this all!
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All the illusions have crumbled
And all the bridges were burned -
I’m throwing you out of my mind
And burning the pages of poems.
Putting all the memories together
They burn up, just like our love!
The salty tear has put out
The last flicker of love.
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With such delight I am
bearing you inside me,
Feeling your movement below my heart –
My dearest, long-hoped for baby!
Impatiently I am awaiting your birth!
Are you a boy or girl, my friend?
Makes no difference, from now on you are
The most desired and beloved of all around!
You are an offspring of my love!
Excitedly I press my hand,
Searching a timid gentle movement,
And I imagine what you will be like,
When I can hear your first baby talk!
I am so admiring you in advance,
Your first gesture and first movement,
I am breathing, living, loving – all for you,
And I’m waiting, my beloved, for your Birthday!
Get born; don’t be afraid to see the world,
I am not gonna let anyone hurt you!
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You are
asleep, my baby, eyes are closed,
And dream has fallen upon the eyelashes,
A shaggy gnome gives a gift of fairytale
And braids the hair.
You put your hands
Under the golden curls for night,
The legs are curled and sleepy,
I stand there secretly and watch my daughter…
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I had a dream last night
about a road
With endless grayish dust on it,
An old woman, humpy and wretched,
Knitting with needles yarn - true story.
The thread of life continues endlessly,
Is unpicked and knitted again.
In the distance on the clock are swinging
Our death and our love.
Hands are slowly moving around,
Making circle of life complete,
But they suddenly seem to catch on something,
All of a sudden the thread breaks down.
Knitting needles clanked, I woke up,
My heart tightened in my chest,
I realized I brushed with the Fate
And it has taught me a lesson.
It told me that we are not forever,
That there comes an end to love,
Days are numbered and fly just by us,
And to everything there is coming an end.
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