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I got up and raised my hands three times.
They rushed through the air to me
Dawn solemn sounds
Crimson dressing high.
The woman seemed to get up
Praying, going to the temple,
And threw a pink hand
Grain obedient to pigeons.
They whitened somewhere above
Whitened, stretched into a thread
And soon cloudy roofs
Wings began to gilt.
Over the gilding of their loan
Standing high at the window
I suddenly saw a huge ball,
Swimming in red silence.
* * *
Clouds of heaven, eternal wanderers!
Steppe azure, pearl chain
You rush like you are exiles
From the sweet north towards the south.
Who drives you: is fate a decision?
Is secret envy? Is anger open?
Or is a crime burdening you?
Or friends poisonous slander?
No, you are bored with barren fields ...
Passions are alien to you and suffering is alien;
Forever cold, forever free
You have no homeland; no exile for you.
* * *
I love people, I love nature,
But I don’t like to go for a walk,
And I know for sure that the people
My creations cannot be understood.
Satisfied with the small, I contemplate
What gives generous rock:
Elm leaning against a barn
Forest-covered tubercle ...
No brute glory, no persecution
I don’t expect from contemporaries,
But he cut the lilac bushes
Around the terrace and in the garden.
* * *
Winter is not without reason angry
Her time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything fussed
Winter is all boring -
And the larks in the sky
Already raised the peal.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles in the spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And the forest is only noisy ...
Enraged witch enraged
And grab the snow
Let me run away
In a beautiful child ...
Spring and grief are few:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush
Contrary to the enemy.
* * *
Nature with its beauty
It’s not possible to remove the cover,
And you won’t force cars from her,
What your spirit does not guess.
* * *
Alone with nature, whatever
From all philosophical obstacles
Magical i hear the chime
Tall pines and deciduous trees.
Me and nature. No intermediaries!
And though all the mountains will fall on me
I will not accept annoying silver coins
For leaving this wilderness.
The blind become sighted here
The deaf here are hearing
As if we were the first to think
Beyond the close ties of dates and separation.
* * *
I love the storm in early May,
When the spring, the first thunder,
As if frolic and playing,
Rumbles in the blue sky.
Thunders rumble young
Here the rain sprinkled, dust flies
Rain pearls hung
And the sun of the thread is golden.
An agile stream runs from the mountain
In the forest a bird’s gamble is not silent,
And the din of wood, and the upland noise -
Everything echoes fun to thunders ...
* * *
Summer in a red sundress
I liked our Ana:
- Give me a sundress,
I will sew a pocket to him.
Summer in a red sundress
Smiled at our Ana:
- My sundress is not easy,
You sew yourself another.
Mine with flowers and gardens
And endless fields.
He’s with cherries and strawberries,
And fragrant strawberries.
* * *
There is in the fall of the original
A short but wondrous time -
All day it’s like crystal,
And radiant evenings ...
Where a peppy sickle walked and an ear fell
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only spider webs of thin hair
Shines on an idle furrow.
The air is empty, no more birds can be heard
But far before the first winter storms -
And the clear and warm azure is pouring
To the resting field ...
* * *
Providence finger invisible,
Clouds of flying leader
Niva, thirsty tormented,
Sends a noisy rain.
Sounds good with bounty
A stream of living water sprinkled
Refreshing cereals are dusty
And the frozen fruits.
That's the rainbow of the covenant
Lighted lighted drops:
That is the smile of the god of light -
The canopy of the immortal forehead.
* * *
Fall, fall, leaf fall,
A yellow leaf dotted the garden.
In a warm land where there are no snowstorms,
Bird flocks flew away.
The clouds go in succession
The wind blows under the mountain.
Fall, fall, leaf fall,
A yellow leaf dotted the garden.
* * *
The last rays of sunset
Lie on a field of compressed rye.
Nap pink embraced
Grass mowed land.
Neither the breeze nor the cry of a bird
Above the grove is the red disk of the moon
And the reaper’s song freezes
Among the evening silence.
Forget worries and sorrows
Race without a goal on a horse
Into the fog and into the meadow far
Towards the night and the moon!
* * *
It’s rainy time again
Foliage flying in water
When calmer but sharper
We feel the nature.
And there is no regret in me
What summer has passed
It melted in the fire
And it has become something of the past.
In me autumn time
Feeling calmly ripening
And it's closer to the brink of that
Where art rules.
And this drizzling rain
And the forest in the early dawn
They lay on the canvas like a shiver
Before the eternal wilting.
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The sun playing
In the raindrops
Rainbow sparkles.
Going to heaven
Ties together
Riverbanks
Celestial Bridge -
Rainbow Arc!
* * *
Golden cloud slept
On the chest of a giant cliff;
On the morning of the journey, she sped off early
Azure fun playing;
But there was a wet trace in the wrinkle
Old cliff. Alone
He stands, thought deeply
And he cries quietly in the desert.
* * *
We are the whole morning
Pottering with sprouts,
We planted them
Do it yourself.
Grandma and I are together
They planted seedlings
And Katya went
With a girlfriend in the garden.
Then we had to
Fight the weeds
We pulled them out
Do it yourself.
Grandma and I dragged
Full watering cans.
And Katya was sitting
In the garden on a bench.
- What are you on the bench
Are you sitting like a stranger? -
And Katya said:
- I'm waiting for the harvest.
* * *
You understand speech
brook and rivers?
Do you understand to the end
what did the trees say?
No, they didn’t crackle -
screamed something
No, they did not creak -
something wheezed.
It is probably
it was not clear.
The one who broke them
he did not understand!
* * *
I roll like a steam locomotive -
A pair of legs to replace the wheels.
Strong guy - first class ...
From under the cap - a pair of eyes.
Lowers mouth and nose
Puffs of steam. The steam is whitish.
In a wheelless locomotive
I turned into frost.
* * *
Four beautiful seasons of the year
And everyone is welcome to all the children:
In winter - it's skiing and sledding!
In the spring - it's puddles, green parks!
And in the summer, the holidays are hot!
It’s only a little sad in the fall -
Nature begins to fall asleep around.
* * *
Wide, loose,
Birthmarks ...
White-birch birch
My darling
It stands like a candle, white
She looks around:
Rye nods to her ripe
The meadow bows to her.
Around so glorious, sunny
Wherever you look
Quietly over the lake
The reeds are swaying.
Sailing in a narrow channel
Ducklings in a row.
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* * *
The yellow maple gazes into the lake
Waking up at dawn.
The earth froze overnight
The whole hazel in silver.
Belated saffron milk
A broken branch is pressed.
On his chilled skin
The drops of light tremble.
* * *
Snow is melting, streams are running
The window blew in the spring ...
Nightingales will soon be captured
And the forest will be clothed with foliage!
Pure sky blue
The sun has become warmer and brighter
It's time for the blizzards of evil and storms
Again, for a long time passed.
* * *
Of fluffy balls
Over a colorful summer meadow
Paratroopers fly
Following one after another.
Hardly touch the earth -
Asleep, as if on a sofa.
And in the spring they wake up ...
And there will be - dandelions!
* * *
From a magic jug
The river released gin
And he swam over the water
With a long white beard
Over the fields, over the meadows
Deftly hiding behind the stacks.
Retired to the dark forest
He got lost and disappeared.
* * *
- Hello, Wind,
Hello wind
Where are you flying, whirlwind?
What rose to dawn?
Wait, talk!
- I'm in a hurry, Osinki, to the city,
I bring hellos
Owe them today myself
Post to addresses.
Squares and alleys
Lanterns, echoing tunnels,
Crossroads and houses
I will convey greetings.
From paths and paths
From thin-legged mountain ash,
From viburnum bushes,
From robins, blackbirds.
To make the city spring
So that there comes fun
To smell there in the spring
Bright joy of the forest.
* * *
Run out soon
Look at the bullfinches.
Arrived, flew in,
A flock was met by blizzards!
A Frost Red Nose
They brought mountain ash.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Winter evening late
Bright scarlet clusters.
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About how good nature is
People do not speak often
Under this blue of the sky
Over this pale blue of waters
Not about sunset, not about swell
That silver in the distance -
People talk about fish,
On the rafting of the forest along the river.
But looking from the steep shore
To the pinking surface
Sometimes he’ll say a word
And that word is “Grace!”
* * *
Forests in the distance know better
Blue heaven
More noticeable and blacker
On the arable land strip,
And baby louder
Over the meadow voices.
Spring goes by
But where is she?
Chu, I heard a loud voice
Isn't this spring?
No it's loud, thin
A wave murmurs in a stream ...
* * *
Winter and soft transition -
In spring, it is believed that - by Summer
And summer sunny sunset -
Leaves in Autumn - it was ...
We will write a lot of verses
May they bring joy
The end of the year and the beginning -
All together in life are woven.
* * *
Life goes to sunset slowly
Although still not at all old, like,
The soul does not reach for poetry,
It is more pleasant to be in nature.
To meet the divine dawn
And listen to the birds singing solemnly,
I have been friends with poetry for many years,
Now the desire for nature has increased.
To enjoy the first ray
Peer into the river, the essence of its course,
I want to be with nature more
To get peace of mind for the soul.
In poetry my steps are easy
And everything is written very much,
I could write poems further
Another road called me.
I’m sincere, not a bit of bustle,
For joy, I wrote, not for the sake of
I love poetry with all my heart
But I love nature more than her.
* * *
Neither evil nor hostile bloody
Until now, they could not outshine
We are the great chamber of heaven
And the charm of blooming land.
We are met with the same kindness
Valleys, flowers and streams,
And the stars still shine
Nightingales sing about the same thing.
Does not know our grunt
The mighty, mysterious forest
And not a single wrinkle
On the clear azure of heaven.
* * *
Gonyms with spring rays
From the surrounding mountains it’s already snowing
Run off muddy streams
On sunken meadows.
Clear nature smile
Through a dream he meets the morning of the year;
Blue shine with heaven.
Still transparent, forests
As if they turn green in fluff.
Bee after a tribute to the field
Flies from a waxy cell.
The valleys dry and dazzle;
The herds are noisy and the nightingale
Already sang in the silence of nights.
* * *
Burdock stood in the rain
And the water was thick and fluff.
The burdock is not sluggish, the burdock is not a sack,
Burdock by a swamp wet groin.
Sheltered burdock from sharp jets
Green moss and small flies,
Chipmunks, mice and those
Who was afraid to wet the fur.
When is the rain summer verse
There was a loud sneeze in the forest.
Rain soaked burdock
Sneezed four times out loud.
* * *
Before spring, there are days like this:
A meadow is resting under the dense snow
Noisy trees fun dry
And the warm wind is gentle and elastic.
And its lightness marvels at the body,
And you don’t recognize your house,
And the song that I’m tired of before
You’re singing with excitement.
* * *
At autumn dawn a road waddles through the fog,
Tin puddles flicker at the dacha fences,
An untouched star flashes above the fallen aspen,
And towels of fog hang on dark bushes.
How sad and spacious the earth is at autumn dawn!
I don’t believe it myself now, in this sleepy morning dawn,
That I found you on such a vast planet
That together we walk along the beautiful autumn land.
* * *
White fluffy snow
Spinning in the air
And the earth is quiet
Falls, lays down.
And under the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
All dressed him up.
Dark forest that cap
Covered up with a wonderful
And fell asleep under her
Strong, solid.
The days are shorter
The sun shines a little.
Here come the frosts,
And the winter has come.
* * *
In the meadow by that path
What runs to us right in the house
Grew a flower on a long stalk -
White with a yellow eye.
I wanted to pick a flower
Brought her palm to him
And the bee flew off the flower
And buzzing, buzzing:
“Do not touch!”
* * *
Dawn says goodbye to the earth,
Lies on the bottom of the valleys
I look at the forest covered with mist
And the lights of its peaks.
How quietly go out
The rays go out at the end!
With what bliss they bathe in them
Trees lush your crown!
And all the more mysterious, immeasurable
Their shadow is growing, growing like a dream;
How thin at dawn
Their light essay is exalted!
As if sensing a double life
And she is doubly covered
And they feel the native land
And in heaven they ask.
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Warm rain washed the forest,
Whispering leaves and herbs
And lift the trunks to heaven
Crown of green oak grove.
By choosing an observation post in the branches,
Rejoicing in the rain in July
As on a swing, the thrush sways
With a drop of sun on its beak.
* * *
You are spoiled by nature;
She was biased towards you,
And our eternal praise
It seems to you a pesky ode.
You yourself have known for a long time,
It’s no wonder that you love
With a gentle gaze you are Armida,
With easy becoming you La Sylphide,
What is your scarlet mouth
Like a harmonic rose ...
And our rhymes, our prose
Before you is noise and vanity.
But beauty is a memory
We touch the heart secretly -
And lines of careless writing
I submit humbly to your album.
Perhaps for memory
The one who sang you will come to you
In those days, like the Presnensky field
Still the fence did not block.
* * *
Covers a leaf of gold
Wet ground in the forest ...
Feel free to stomp my foot
Spring forest beauty.
With a cold cheeks burn:
Anyway in the forest I run
Hear the boughs crack
Leaves raking a foot!
Long lies on the leaves
The nights are frost and through the forest
It looks cold somehow
Clarity of transparent skies ...
* * *
I came to you with greetings
Tell the sun has risen
What is it hot light
The sheets fluttered;
Tell that the forest woke up
All woke up, each branch,
Each bird started
And spring is full of thirst;
Tell that with the same passion
Like yesterday, I came again
That soul is still happy
And I’m ready to serve you;
Tell that from everywhere
It blows at me with joy
That I don’t know myself, that I will
Sing - but only the song is ripening.
* * *
All entities embodying nature within themselves,
I was her mouth and mind;
I read all the characters in it, all the letters,
And for her I spoke with God ...
She, dumb, felt only
And I alone possessed two gifts:
He wore a living word diamond in his mouth,
And in my head a ray of eternal truths, thought! ..
I comprehended the incomprehensibility of time
And penetrated all the essences of things
And he embraced consciousness with space ...
I drowned in the harmony of the universe
And reflected the universe in itself.
* * *
Warmed by a warm rain
Our summer came.
Stood on the threshold
Galloped along the road.
I ran through the colors
Summer is heard
Here and there.
Summer, summer, sultry day,
Tired stump from the heat
Quietly sighed, and sighed,
And he took a nap until the fall.
* * *
Autumn in the landscape - multicolor colors,
Bright, wonderful peace
And whisper softly about something at dawn
Pine trees over a sleepy river.
There is a charm in the beauty of the vastness,
In the sky where the clouds are unhurried
What is so gracious and pleasing to the eye,
What is given by nature for centuries.
Living candles lit up birch fire
And the breeze blows the foliage
A fall autumn evening will be beautiful
Weasel of the night sending on time.
The silence, the transparency of the blue-eyed distance,
Light shine beauty
And the poetry of trembling sadness, -
All that heaven breathes in autumn ...
* * *
Reluctantly and timidly
The sun is looking at the fields.
Chu, the cloud thundered
The earth frowned.
Winds of warm gusts
Far thunder and rain sometimes ...
Green fields
Greener under a thunderstorm.
That made it through the clouds
Blue Lightning Jet -
White and volatile flame
Framed its edges.
More often raindrops,
A swirl of dust flies from the fields
And the thunder peals
All angry and bolder.
The sun once again looked
Underground on the fields
And drowned in shine
All the confused land.
* * *
Snow fell - and everything was forgotten.
What a soul was full!
My heart suddenly started beating faster.
Like I drank some wine.
Along the street along the narrow
A clean rushing breeze
The beauty of old Russian
Updated town.
Snow flies to the temple of Sofia.
For children, but they can’t be counted.
Snow flies all over Russia
Like good news.
* * *
For centuries, the world has been living on its own:
The luminaries are leading an eternal round dance
Nature enjoying change
It gives formlessness.
You can’t enter the same river
Golden Fortune changeable temper,
And over the earth Phoeb wanders from the ages,
Last day, the day is the current amendment.
* * *
Kolkunovo, sunset, summer spicy greens
And the meadow carpet is generously spread by someone
Light wind brings the beeps of the ship
And a leaf on the water from last year
Grasses in the field are noisy, cornflowers, forget-me-nots
I wake up before everyone, to the universal wake
I will walk through the dew, along the silver strings
And, probably, I’ll meet with Perun here
Sleeping does not give the nightingale, his marvelous song
I’ll sleep off later, I’m so interested in life
Dragonfly, float, sun in the river frolic
It’s all in reality, and in winter only dreams
Lily of the valley hiding in the shade and short nights
This time of the year I like so much
So few minutes from dusk to dawn
I am in love, like everything in the Central Russian summer !!!
* * *
O eternal sower, nature,
You give everyone a sweet life;
All of your children, loving, you have endowed
The inheritance of the hut.
High on the ledge of the temple
A swallow settles, not knowing
Whose magnificent creation is obscured
Modeling your nest.
A worm shutting up a live branch
Prepares a winter home
To your family.
And you are among the great
Past ruins
For the needs of his worldly
You put your hut, man,
And happy over the coffins.
Sorry, young village.
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