musik: MENUET by: ANDREW SENDETSKI ASC bilde:Lunokhod1 Information about the author: Karnygin Alexander Yurievich, born in "Black" Friday, March 13th summer of 1964 from the birth of Christ, in the town of Balashov, Saratov province, where Bezvylazno has lived for 38 years. Epigraph Close your eyes and quiet your mind... I only appeal to the subconscious... To the nocturnal "I" that rules our body. It is not the will that creates, but the imagination. The whole world is the way it was created by us. Suffice it to say that you can do everything - And you will create worlds without tension and you will move mountains... Your eyes When I walk under the raindrops, Your image suddenly appears before me. Your eyes are like two clear rays, They light my way in the darkness of the night. Your eyes are like stars above, They shine, beckoning me upward with their brilliance. When will you, love, come to me? I've been waiting for you for a year now. Your eyes are two pools of rivers: The whole world that you see is reflected in them. But is there a reflection of me? Are dreams more beautiful in your eyes?Summer 1978 One summer evening, a year ago approximately one thousand nine hundred eighty three In the evening, I went to see my friend Lord Richard (Chelushkin to Vladimir) and saw such a car- Tina: a candle is burning on the table, there is a bottle cognac and glass. When I walked in the door he looked at me, nodded and silently took out second glass. I also silently poured myself a drink, and We drank without clinking glasses. I guessed that he had a fight with his girlfriend and nothing happened didn't ask. And at this time he neighbors There was a party, I don’t even remember, but for what reason, and maybe without reason at all se. There were songs and ringing heard from behind the wall glasses, fun flowed like a river. And we are silent sat and drank cognac. And about after third glass, the following came to my mind: blowing lines. I took paper and pen and I wrote them down immediately.
Melancholy Soot from candles... Drunken orgyscreams... Here there is sadness - there is joy and ringing. How terrible this great world is, And there is no reason for me to live in it anymore. What should Bole look for and hope for? Pain in my soul is all that is destined for me. I will drown my sorrow in a bitter lot, Bitter Dole - A glass of wine. On November 6, 1982, the romantic died the youth that I once was and was born a brutal practical realist. And then one day, a year after this sad event, on a rainy autumn evening, standing in a car At the bus stop, I remembered my no-return lost his youth and composed the following poem. Death of a Poet I adore the picture: The fireplace burns in the night, A fool with a serious face, He sits, ruffled. It's rainy outside; I'm proud and alone. I'm standing at the bus stop, Cold and all wet. Here comes the bus, I'll go home. I'll light the wood in the fireplace, I'll talk to myself. I'll pour some wine into a glass, I'll turn on the tape recorder I'll say it for the last time, That there is no reason for me to live. I'll add poison to the wine And I'll drink my glass. Well, what can you do? I've exhausted myself... And in the morning, at dawn They will find a cold corpse. Everyone will cry a little And they will sing a song to me. That song will be sad, - Well then!.. I don’t care.I don't hear anything - After all, I have been dead for a long time. Even when I was alive - I died for people And now in the darkness I wander among the shadows. There's a grave cold on my chest The pressure is heavy on me. But I'm not afraid of it - After all, I've been dead for a long time... Autumn 1983 To my friends "Lawrence" and "Richard" dedicated to: The thread of fate that connects us has broken, But this is not a loss, but only separation. I believe - There will be a day, a bright hour will come, When will they come back to me my two best friends. Sheriff Michael Stoneley About what is beautiful and eternal Inspiration comes to me again B a foggy and gloomy evening. I sit and write poetry in silence About what is beautiful and eternal. I write poems about a distant dream, I am writing about Infinite Love, About immortal friendship, about a joyful day - About what is beautiful and eternal. And in self-forgetfulness, forgetting about time, I remember again Carelessly About faithful girlfriends, dear friends - About what is beautiful and eternal. And may fate be behind you on a bitter day There’s nothing left to console myself with - I think again about happiness, love, - About what is beautiful and eternal. And even in the last, dying hour, Closing my eyes forever, I will dream, remembering all of you, About what is beautiful andforever. XX century, 80s. * * * The star rolled down from the sky, Lighted the path ahead And suddenly she fell into my palms, And love flared up in the chest. XX century, 80s. * * * The fog hangs on the street And the night is beautiful, like in a dream. Spring has come, streams are flowing, And I dream about you. Like the stars you are beautiful, but I can’t get a star from the sky. That's why I'm sad And all that remains is to dream. XX century, 80s. May evening Bird cherry intoxicating aroma Floated in waves through the city at night. And I walked, remembering the tender gaze, Longing for the past. Love is gone, disappeared into the distance... But once upon a time there was this happiness: We walked through the city hand in hand, We wandered together all night until dawn. Spring has come, and the gardens are blooming again, And this smell disturbs my heart; I see love both there and here - And again the frustration gnaws at my soul. And who is to blame for being lonely? Am I wandering, forgotten, abandoned by everyone?.. The flower of love has withered in my soul And not even a shadow of love remained for me. XX century, 80s. O LOVE Love me and you too All my life I will be grateful.What can I say about myself: I am the one who is gifted with love. Incomparable earthly love, What is more valuable than diamonds and gold? What is more beautiful than any miracles, Sweeter than honey and stronger than Bulat. XX century, 80s. Recognition I liked you for your naivety, And I fell in love somehow stupidly and absurdly. I will forever remember this day And I will never forget this summer. Fell in love like the last idiot Even though I swore an oath to myself more than once. But if you fall in love, you will understand With this you will give me life and happiness. I fell in love with you - you know this, And if you can, love me too. I'll be happy if you say "mine" - So may God help my love. She is pure like spring water She is as beautiful as the fountains of heaven. So love me as I love you - I don’t wish for any other happiness. I tell you that I love you, - And this is all crystal honest, Without deception. So love me as I love you - I ask you, I pray you, Svetlana... XX century, 80s. Fatal mistake How greatly I was mistaken in you!.. I still can't understand How could you please yourself Take away everything I value?! How many sleepless nights there were, How many days did I sit over it... I didn't want to give it to anyone Everything sacred that I have. ButI gave it away, and here’s the sad ending, And I sit, sad and mourning. And why did I give it to you? They say: if B knew where he fell... Doom is upon me again But there is no strength to leave him. I'm so sick to the point of chest pain Never asked anyone. So please, give me back my NOTEBOOK, Or I don't want to know you. XX century, 80s. * * * Listen to the cry of silence - And you will hear how quiet it is moments pass from us. Listen to the cry of silence And understand that we live only once in the world. Let us only have an hour left, But we deserve him more than others I still have to live. Let us only have an hour left, But others can remember it for life. XX century, 80s. Glade in Pine Forest At least once a year, but I’m always here, I'm celebrating the spring of memories here. How good it is that there is a sad ocean There is this island - "Valkina" glade. XX century, 80s. * * * My destiny is to always be out of work, Remain calm and idle. After all, there’s a hell of a lot going on in the world; What to do? You can't do it all at once... XX century, 80s. My queen (fantasy) You are my queen I bow before you. You are my queen - I'm captivated by you. And without expressing feelings, In this sad hour I repent. How to tell the queen Why are you smitten by love? You are my queen And I am entirely in your power. You are my queen - I am your faithful servant. I'm on fire, I'm dying of passion Only you, queen, It's a road for me. You are my queen I dream about you. You are my queen I don't know the other one. Your hand and heart I offer you. From love to the queen I lost my peace. You are my queen - I am your loyal subject. You are my queen - I am your devoted friend. I dream of happiness What will probably come to us When you, queen, Suddenly you smile at me. You are my queen And I am your eternal companion. You are my queen I want to be with you. Will I ever be happy? Of course he will smile And then the queen She will become a sweet wife. XX century, 80s. Letter to Elena Girl, listen, is it really for you? Does It Never Hurt? You are beautiful, I know, but you are also beautiful Sometimes they are unhappy. I have been living in the White World for many years And I've seen enough of everything in my life. And people like you and memet you more than once More than once I fell in love with them, But love passed by like the waters of spring, Without leaving a trace as a memory. And I have never been loved by anyone... Why? I don't know myself. Maybe because I'm difficult for them And it’s not easy for them to understand me? And perhaps it was written in my blood You won't know mutual love. For many years I have been searching, and I will continue to search, Live, hope, wait and believe. Whether or not I will find my happiness, I don't know myself yet... XX century, 80s. Wind of change Times change, people change, And the years go by in a tight line. What Was Was, and Will Be No More, And it is impossible to know what will happen soon. Throws autumn leaves through life, They are carried away by the wind and covered with snow. And paint winter white with your brush He will dress everything in a shroud and paint it White. Hopes will perish, everything will be covered in ashes Burnt desires and our suffering. But I won’t forget, like a sunny summer I met you, my dear. And may I never meet you again - You remain in my memory forever. And let nothing heal my sadness - I know, Perhaps you will return here. Rebellious time is passing drop by drop, After the snowy winter, summer comes to us. Life may be short, but love is endless. I have known this truth for a long time. XX century, 80s. * * * When I'm gonefar, far away B The immensity of space and time, Perhaps it will become easier for someone here, Someone will probably be sad. But don’t feel sorry and don’t wait for those who have left. After all, life is a path in Infinity. And let nothing await us ahead - There is no need for a moment or an eternity. XX century, 80s. * * * How I don’t want to leave!.. But there is no other way out. I didn’t have time to fall in love and live... What to do? This is the light. XX century, 80s. Toast (joke) Oh you beautiful creatures, What can you understand!.. The melancholy-sadness of a man's heart You won't be able to stop it. I often dream about you at night, Appearing in the dark at night. And only disturbing the soul, You will leave in the morning in silence. Why, why such torture? I don't want to live like this anymore! It's much better to die What to be unloved all your life. I'm not sad and I don't hope - Love is only given to the happy. It's much better for bachelors - For them I drink a glass to the bottom. XX century, 80s. * * * Blood boils and burns from the smells of spring And my heart beats strongly and anxiously. Again there is love all around, again colorful dreams, And control yourselfimpossible. XX century, 80s. * * * Let's spur our horses, we'll fly like birds, B The unknown distance, into the depths of alien galaxies. Forgetting about friends, we will rush off to another world, And only sadness will remind us of them. Sorry, friends, that everything turned out this way. I didn’t think that we would suddenly break up. Goodbye, Earth, I dreamed of galaxies, And just in the distance there is a golden circle. XX century, 80s. Wish Rest before the long journey, You will have time to understand everything later. Don't forget those nights and worries, Remember that at least once a year. Remember how we wandered together And the light of the lanterns poured on us. Let even a hundred years or two hundred pass - Don't forget the quiet twilight of the alleys. XX century, 80s. My life (allegory) That chance that was given to me was fate, Didn't use it completely. And Pain comes to the soul again, What burns vulnerable hearts. My unkind fate He's preparing a new blow for me. But how can I hide from the fire? And disastrous spells to escape? The evil rock of fate is tireless: He's stalking me again. And again I run, driven by fate, Saving the soul from the fire. There is no oblivion, no peace; Which year, which time I'm hiding behind a wall of words And I go into the silence of phrases. But all is empty vanity - And withwords, and without words. The years fly by like trains And I'm still waiting for my love. I'm waiting for her to come And the world will become colorful; But the day is boring and the night is empty, And the air is full of rustling sounds. Like a black and white movie Frames flash by: day after day. Oh, why am I not given Just for a minute, become a stream, It's fun to run down the slope, Ringing, sparkling like crystal?.. What a pity that every day it’s the same thing: There are tears in the eyes, sadness in the soul. XX century, 80s. * * * Streams are flowing and the sun is shining above, And the buds on the trees are swelling again. The world is beautiful, but for some reason I feel sad; The star of my dreams barely twinkles. The ice will melt and the rivers will flow again, Like in childhood, they will cry again White Birches. Tell me for whom you are saddened, Why are you crying, why are you shedding tears? XX century, 80s. * * * If B It was possible, I've traveled all over the world And I found myself a girlfriend, There is nothing more beautiful in the world. If B It was possible, I would go all the way But I see that it's up to happiness I can't find my way. XX century, 80s. * * * The heady aroma lit the gardensLOVE IN ME. I walk wherever my eyes look, dreaming in silence. And the heart beats harder and harder and the blood warms, Spring love burns everything in my soul. XX century, 80s. Eternal search for happiness There is no need to change yourself; even in small things. And let your love for me will scatter to smithereens, I'm still not upset rampant evil elements, I'm brought back to life again and I’m writing poetry again. I write about my love, about joy and sadness; I am writing about what may be I'll be back here again. And if there is no turning back, I won't regret it And, looking into fate's eyes, I'll swim across the seas. Overseas maybe I'll find you peace to your soul, But I’ll leave from there too forward to your dream. Will I be able to find her? After all, the path to a dream is thorny. The wind is blowing outside the window fallen yellow leaf, And I, like a leaf, fly forward - - the wind blows after me; Day, month, year - cycle from failures and troubles. I'm walking blindly, at random on your own way, But a streak of failures I don't have long to go. I am everything happinessI'll find it anyway on the path of life, Even if there are many countries to it I'll have to go through And I'll be glad when I find it everything I dreamed of, But I can hardly forget everything that I lost. XX century, 80s. Lettering on a postcard with roses My love for you is like roses on a postcard. The fire in my soul is like the flame of these roses. I say to fate: thank you for the smile, Given to me by “The Fairest of Roses.” XX century, 80s. Disco In the chaos of disco lights I catch your indifferent gaze. I loved you once and forever, I can't find my way back. So why are you passing by? Exciting my soul and blood? You set my heart on fire, And can I be resurrected again? XX century, 80s. * * * How cruel we are to those we love! How we waste our days! Surely the gift of insight will not be We were given even just one short moment? XX century, 80s. Under the mask of Indifference Hide your emotions in the white dead ice; Let only indifference be in the eyes. In the Form of Dispassion you will not see No fire, no tenderness, no living love. In frozen veins there is no longer blood - water.Covered with snow, my soul froze. Everything is shackled by the cold, the silence of the graves. The gray dead silt settles slowly. Let the darkness envelop everything in the darkness of the night. Let it blow with cold, unearthly cold. Let everyone run away in fear of you - You just grin, secretly loving everyone. Let it all fly apart to hell with smithereens, The poisonous word will be on the lips, - Still, it’s unlikely that anyone will be able to understand you, To hell with all desires, let them fly into nothingness. Life will pass and ride, year after year instantly. If you look in the mirror tomorrow, you are already an old man. What burned with flame is already burned, It doesn’t matter what remains here. Everything will be covered with dust, grass will sprout; Once again I whisper the words I cherish to myself: Hide your emotions in gray dusty ashes Let only indifference be in the eyes. XX century, 80s. Disc jockey (fantasy) My time has not yet passed, The disco bar is not closed yet; I carry my heavy burden, While he is full of strength and not old. And again in the crowd on the site Your mischievous eyes. She waved her gloved hand - Tears suddenly froze in my eyes. Why am I suffering so much? You're standing in a wedding dress, Realizing the inevitability of separation, I just smiled slightly. And you are cheerful and happy, You tease me with your smile...The weeping willow froze At the dawn of a burnt-out day. Like willow, I want to cry And bite your fingers with your teeth, Run somewhere without looking back - But happiness can no longer be caught up. I wasted my happiness I missed it so stupidly. I touched him with my hand And I got scared myself. Sorry... January 1987 Joy of life How to describe all the beauty of sleep, What did I dream about now? Everything was blooming in it, spring was all around, The light of the sun poured and poured... He suddenly flooded with himself The whole city, all the alleys, And flower petals around They burned like the sun. And joy filled me And the feelings were all mixed up. The soul was burning with fire, And the sun was smiling. January 1987 * * * A new day is coming to us, Starts over Everything we'll leave tomorrow We are in distant yesterday. This is how life goes - Imperceptibly, little by little; Somehow you yourself suddenly notice - There is gray hair at the temples. Oh, you free years! You are winged birds Fly away together Screaming to hurt hearts. You won't notice how youth It will rush through like a hurricane, And just a sad song On the singer's lips.I am not offended by fate, I don't regret anything Only the days that have flown away I can't get it back. And the setting sun There are bright alleys all around, Crane stitch Marks my path. I'll calm down soon; And then the finale for me There will be a grave mound, Coffin board. It's a pity, I went through life, Having done very little, And this makes my heart A dull melancholy burns. I won't become a prophet. And it’s unlikely that I could... But I'll still try Live for the benefit of people. And when I find myself On the last threshold, Then I’ll say with a smile - My path was the truest of all. January 1987 The last one (Dedicated to I.V. Sorokina) What have you done, villainous fate! Why did you treat me so vilely!... You separated me from my Irinka, She took away love without giving another in return. What should I do, fate, now will you order? Glue the soul, all torn to shreds; Give me at least something, then You'll say thank you Otherwise... May 1988 * * * I love making love to you, The ardor of tender lips, wonderful sparkle of your eyes, I love the warmth of your velvet skin, I LOVE YOU again, always andNow. I love Infinitely, like the sky, like the stars, But you are only one of all the women on earth. Your laughter is like a bell in the fresh morning dew, And your smile is like the birth of spring. Why is it so late I suddenly met you? My evil, cruel fate overtakes me. And only one desire remained in the world: Have mercy, Lord, rest my soul And protect your vulnerable heart from fire. Summer 1993 * * * From the maternity hospital to the cemetery Our path lies, a long path. But it doesn't end there And we continue to live somewhere else. How can I find out about this, find out everything for me, Calm down and relax. I don’t know how to live, how to love yet, How to end your life's journey. 1997? (c) September 2002, Alan Karin Riverman, Balashov, Russia All Rights Reserved (c) Alexey KuBrack Staritsa Messenger Nobody ever calls From a dilapidated bush with new cola and linen. Nobody will ever know The secret that the heathens know. And you're certainly not alone, Who knows this from birth. And maybe you can write everythingone, Although who knows, Will there be moments? I didn’t know, and you’ll never know, The time that is barely recorded. And words may be written In that blue and gold tablet? And maybe this was the first time? Or maybe the last one, really? And maybe I’ll sing a song for you? Or maybe for you?.. Who will believe?.. And now two thousand years have passed. We may not have met by chance. You and I have diverged in time - You are earlier, and I am thirty later Well what else? I stand and sing In the name of those who jumped out in flight. And as always there is no place on the edge, And I sing on the Straight Flight. And maybe this was the first time? Or maybe the last one, really? Many of us are standing at the edge, There is no more room there, I can assure you. So what should we do? How can we continue to be? No one will answer all this for you. You must ask your soul, If you can understand, it’s up to you. And now the times have come, The results of the early dates have been summed up. And those who gave their lives everything in full, Having gone to the west, they ask for rebirth. And maybe this was the first time? Or maybe the last one, really? And now hundreds of eyes are staring - "Another Icarus is going to heaven!" And you take your wings and follow me! Stand next to me and sing your song! Listen - an invisible battle is going on! And you, try to see this song. When the time comes for “X”, We will come out of the basements to the sun, to the Light. And we will throw offrag borders, Giving the last octave to the light. Who knows, maybe this is all serious? Or maybe a joke from an unknown poet? But all the same - we are here, and you are going, Carrying a piece of Light through time! July 8, 2001 * * * I had a dream. "I saw a dream... Not everything in it was a dream..." And trees - there were three thousand of them, And the clouds, in the impending emptiness, Fleeing like children in the dew. And that river flowing below, Seething streams of water, And the wind blowing in my face When I fly towards the morning dawn... All this happened, but just one question: Where did everything go when I suddenly woke up? And why did the river flow backwards? And the clouds sparkled mysteriously? 1997 * * * HE He's day and night Taking care of us, He wants to find the truth. Only the perfect one The only world Capable of saving Him. But He's so tired From Ruthless dramas, From our stupidity and malice. And He sorted Genesis into places, To put it all together again in the morning. All that's left is chaos He lay down to rest To your sad bed... And that rest will be short-lived again, Only eternity, what is this, not enough!.. And in the morning He will create it all again, And the air, and the sky, and the earth, All that we will bequeath to the Universe. * * * "A spark will ignite a flame!" Yes, but what if it's not Gasoline? It will take a long time to sprinkle sparks, And the result is only laughter. * * * When I leave this world.When I leave this world - Everything will be very good. The eternal mortars will fall silent, And that's good too! Mines, guns, tanks will disappear, They will disappear once and for all... (And finally the warriors will leave B your ancient years!) All the prophets will come to Earth, The saints will come, but not all of them. And there will be a lonely angel Then fly all over the Earth. When I leave - It will be summer, Or maybe autumn or winter, But everything is not important - It will be When suddenly spring comes. Spring will come in relationships, Spring will come in Love too And there will be no more irritation, And people are no longer enemies! And I'll leave, leaving time Leaving songs and poems. And so I put my foot in the stirrup And I'm carried away in all circles... When I leave this world, I'll leave it once and for all, The eternal mortars will fall silent, Now definitely forever. June 2003 * * * Rain. (lento) It's been raining for a long time, Puddles in the yard. The wind blows, it bends the tree Everything is lower to the ground. I'm sitting looking out the window The clouds are flying. The wind blows, it blows for a long time, The leaves are rustling. It's been raining for ages, Puddles up the window. And in the window there is Infinity, Nothing more. I open the window - I'll let the sea go. And I'll go to the edge Right in the morning. The rain has passed, it has passed for a long time, It's dry in the yard. The wind died down. I left the tree only on Earth. June 29, 2003 * * * When streams run through puddles, And the puddles are right on the water, And the voice is velvety cold Floats across the rooftopsin the yard. When the birds on the antennas I can no longer bear to sit and wait, A languid voice will be heard, And he will say: “Can I help you?” 06/29/2003 * * * STORM. When help is not far away, And the shores are not far away The ship Blik runs alone, Fleeing from the waves of the sea, but... But the Shores are further and further away, Although it is going at full speed. And then the waves of falsehood covered - Our ship was smashed to dust... Both the storm and the sea - everything calmed down. And what is left on Earth? Nothing! Everything became quiet. And the cries of seagulls in the distance... June 29, 2003 * * * Egorkina epic II or The ravings of a madman accidentally overheard by the author in one interesting institution. Tryn-grass stands tall, Her month shines brightly, And along this mown grass The tractor is driving, hobbling quickly. He walks slowly and sedately Shaking the soul out of Yegor. And Yegor sings like an unknown... genius Local actor (That actor draws well And keeps the canvases in the fire, Michelangelo worthy) And Yegor sings about the mountains, Shaking with laughter Jerry's mice, and over Tom, What did you try to catch with a net? This mouse, but I tripped - He hit his net. Yes about how the mountains fell Crumpled to the desert. But this song was interrupted Because this tractor So shook himself up, but on a bump, That Egor is a little head Don't break through the roof from above. Here Egor thought: "Why is it sofield, Yes, on a mighty tractor, Yes, on gray, but on tryn-grass? So thinking, he went out, Yes, from the tractor to the field. And Yegor walked across the field Wherever the little eyes wanted. Good evening, take a walk, And coming home at night, He forgot about the powerful tractor Stopped by fate by battle, And left on the field At the mercy of the rain. And two years have passed since then. And he remembered what he left The tractor is powerful, and on the field. And I reproached myself for it, And he went to look for him. How long or how short did he search, But I finally found it. Here Yegor was surprised: "How could it be, but in two years The tractor will be chewed up by rust, So that glass and wheels Are there any leftovers from him here?” There is no theft in those places, Because there is no one there. Only Yegor tried to settle down Those edges are very remote. Yes, a thousand miles around I didn’t meet anyone. Only there is no tractor! This is a mystery of nature! And Yegor went home, Remembering the tractor is powerful In a kind and kind word, But then I realized: "It's not in vain that no one here And it doesn’t live How deaf are these places? Enchanted places. And it was not for nothing that the grandfathers said: "Oh, don't poke your nose in, Eropka, These damn places!" And Egor just smiled On this wise advice. And now he regrets it very much The old man who didn't listen Calling him a Madman. And Yegor decided to leave, Without taking anything with you, So as not to spoil the house, Those places that are inhabited, By the power that has accumulated On the objects standing there. Andnow studying legends, Myths, fairy tales, and epics, And Yegor became very wise, Through the years, so big. And now he teaches the children himself Appearing before them An old gray-haired man, and an ancient one. And they don’t listen again Children of those wise councils. * * * THE STORY OF A YOUNG OBEDIENT ABOUT ELDER YEGOR AND HIS WISDOM How Yegor went to the wide steppe, In the wide steppe, free will. Why he went, he himself didn’t know, I didn’t know, but I didn’t ask. I don’t know what I wanted to find, I don’t know - I didn’t ask. But he saw marvelous divas there, Divas are wonderful, indescribable. Once upon a time he saw a deaf man in the steppe A wondrous bird, a prophetic bird. And the hanging bird said Exactly three secrets, three, no less. The first secret was: The wondrous bird is our Mother Swa. The second secret was this: The Endless Steppe is our Mother Sva. Swa told the third secret, But Yegor ordered: “Hold it for now. The third secret is great, Svarog himself spoke about her with Sva." And the crow also saw a horse, Crow horse with a white mane. And the horse said these words, In clear, human speech: "Oh, you are a good fellow, Good fellow, son of Egorushka, Do you recognize your dear soul, Are my eyes human? You sit down on me, Egor, boldly, Yes, look, hold on tight - tightly. I'll show you my whole country, Everything I know myself, I’ll tell you.” How much he has traveled, he himself does not know, Maybe ten years, darkness Without a trace. Only not the Motherlandfound out my - The earth is all black - mother. Here comes Yegor Ermolaevich, My heart bleeds: “What were the fierce enemies doing here?! How does Mother Earth carry them?!” And Yegor went into the oak forest, He wanted to be a hermit there, So as not to see all their outrages here, Yes, I wish I could gain some sense. He turned to the Mother Bird - Swa, Yes, not with a request, but with a prayer: Teach me wisdom! I want to comprehend everything, without a trace! And Slava Mother answered: I don’t really need to teach you, You know everything that is supposed to happen. I’ll tell you just one more An ancient secret, an important secret. What kind of secret did Yegor not tell? He only told me about a little story, The Blue Bird will be reborn, they say, He will overshadow the Russian Land with his wing. A very ancient little place. Maybe a fairy tale for little children, What would you believe and hope for? Or ancient prophecies, Do we have a lesson from our ancestors? I don’t know anything about that. 2003 ------------------------------------------ Mikhail Ilyasov Balashov Wind The wind is blowing across the fields, Through the Swamps, through the meadows. And I'm standing on the street, And I’m singing a song there. The wind has a noise, the wind has a squeal, And I have a cheerful whistle. A III > By the way, the author of these poems is schoolboy! Well done, Misha!
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