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That month of May, that month of mine
I was so light in me
and spreading above the ground
I was attracted to the weather by flying.
I was so generous, generous
in a happy anticipation of singing,
and frivolous carduelis
I dipped feathers into the air.
But, thank God, my gaze became
and more insightful and stricter
and every breath and every take-off
costs me more and more.
And I am involved in the secrets of the day.
His manifestations are open to me.
I look around
with the grin of an old jew.
I see rooks messing
hanging over the black snow
how dull women look
bent over knitting.
And somewhere, blowing the pipe
not observing flower beds and beds,
a stranger runs a child
and violates their order.
* * *
And you thought I was like that too
What can you forget me
And that I will throw myself, praying and weeping,
Under the hooves of the bay horse.
Or I will ask the healers
In spite water
And I will send you a strange gift -
My treasured fragrant scarf.
Damn it. Neither moan nor glance
I won’t touch the cursed soul,
But I swear to you by the angel garden
I swear by a miraculous icon
And our nights of fiery children -
I will never return to you.
* * *
He was jealous, anxious and gentle,
Like God's sun, loved me
And so that she does not sing about the former,
He killed my white bird.
He said, going into the light at sunset:
“Love me, laugh, write poetry!”
And I buried a funny bird
Behind a round well near an old alder.
He promised that I won’t cry,
But my heart turned stone
And it seems to me that always and everywhere
I will hear her sweet voice.
* * *
Again given to me by nap
Our last starry paradise is
The city of clean water cannons,
Golden Bakhchisaray.
There, behind the motley fence,
By brooding water
We remembered with joy
Tsarskoye Selo Gardens
And the eagle of Catherine
Suddenly they found out - this is the one!
He flew to the bottom of the valley
From the lush bronze gate.
To a song of farewell pain
I lived longer in my memory
Dark-skinned autumn in the hem
Brought red leaves
And sprinkled the steps
Where I said goodbye to you
And from where to the kingdom of shadow
You are gone, my comfort.
* * *
Clasped her hands under a dark veil ...
"Why are you pale today?"
- Because I'm tart sorrow
I got him drunk.
How to forget? He came out staggering
His mouth twisted painfully ...
I escaped without touching the railing
I ran after him to the gate.
Choking, I shouted: "Joke
All that has gone before. You leave, I will die. "
Smiled calmly and creepy
And he said to me: "Do not stand in the wind."
* * *
The music rang in the garden
So untold grief.
They smelled fresh and sharp in the sea
On a dish of oysters in ice.
He told me: “I am a true friend!”
And my dress touched.
So don't look like a hug
The touch of these hands.
Stroking cats or birds like that
So slender women look at riders ...
Just a laugh in his calm eyes
Under the light gold of eyelashes.
A mournful violin voice
Sing behind the creeping smoke:
“Bless the heavens -
This is the first time you are alone with your loved one. "
* * *
We are all bastards here, harlots,
How sad for us together!
On the walls are flowers and birds.
Languishing in the clouds.
You smoke a black pipe
So strange is the smoke above her.
I put on a tight skirt
To seem even slimmer.
The windows are forever clogged:
What is there, frost or thunderstorm?
On the eyes of a cautious cat
Your eyes are like.
Oh how my heart yearns!
Not waiting for a mortal hour?
And the one who is dancing now
Will certainly be in hell.
* * *
Everything promised him to me:
The edge of the sky, dull and red,
And a sweet Christmas dream
And Easter the wind is multi-ring
And twigs of red vines
And park waterfalls
And two big dragonflies
On a rusty cast iron fence.
And I couldn’t believe,
That he will be friendly with me
When walking along the mountain slopes
Hot stone trail.
* * *
Evening station.
yellow dawn ...
On the wet platform
I went in vain.
I will not meet anyone
nobody, nobody.
best friend
my friend ...
I'm not going anywhere
nowhere, nowhere ...
Don't shine on me at midnight
foreign cities.
Satellite random
I can’t get it
lung homeless
hearts do not open.
Twilight is getting thicker
wires are whining.
Over the blue rails
a star has risen.
Recent thunderstorm
it smells of roads.
Small frogs
jumping from under the feet.
* * *
There is no room for suffering in my soul:
My soul is love.
She destroyed her desires
To resurrect them again.
In the beginning was the Word. Wait for the Word.
It will open.
What happened - let it happen again
Both you and He are one.
The last light will be shed on all,
By sign to one.
Go everyone who cries and laughs
Go all to Him.
We will come to Him in earthly liberation,
And there will be miracles.
And there will be all in one connection -
Earth and heaven.
* * *
I forgot everything: eyes, gait, voice,
Smile before going to bed;
But still full of love, like an ear
The grain.
But still leaning. Walking past
Go, go, do not come back again:
Still strong in me, still irresistible
Love.
* * *
In love, as in jealousy, knowing no limit -
You're right, sometimes I am ruthless,
But not with you, my friend! I would like with you
Be an affectionate and tender sister.
Sister? .. Oh, the poison of pipe dreams,
You entered my blood and poisoned it!
From darkness and rays, from strange combinations -
My weird feeling is interwoven.
Do not reproach me for the happiness of the moment
To others, maybe I will bring suffering
But not to you, my friend! - you delight of oblivion
And sweet tears of heavenly dew.
* * *
We walk along the promenade at night.
How good we are, we are silent together.
And see the Seine, the tree, the cathedral
And the clouds ...
And this conversation
We will postpone it for tomorrow, for later
For after-tomorrow ...
On when we die.
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Love is like life: it’s fun, it’s sad.
Sometimes funny. And sometimes it’s wise.
Love, love - a mysterious feeling -
To that comes whose soul is good.
Love has long been sung by poets
But in the song, everyone repeats again:
Earth, earth warmth of love warmed.
Lovely this world will save love!
The land of love knows no borders.
Fly into it like a bird, winged.
Love, love - invisible pages
Great tales - tales of all time.
* * *
There is no love
Unhappy
Maybe she
Bitter
Difficult
Unrequited
And reckless
May be
Deadly
But miserable
Love
Can not be,
Even if she
Kills.
He who does not understand this, -
And happy love is not worth it.
* * *
To love is first of all to give.
To love means your feelings, like a river,
With spring generosity to splash
To the joy of a loved one.
To love is only to open your eyes
And immediately think again with the dawn:
Well, what would please, give
The one you love with all your heart ?!
To love is to fight passionately
For fidelity both in word and in every look,
So that there may be hearts to the end
And in grief and in joy forever near.
Is love waiting? Well, of course, waiting!
And tenderness awaits and warmth, but only
Accounting calculations are not kept:
Given so much, taken so much.
Love is not a piggy bank in a gloomy darkness.
The song doesn’t tend to lock itself up.
To love is to respond with joy
For all the good on earth!
To love is to see any thing
Feeling near soulmate:
Here is a book - did he read it or not?
Pear ... And how does this pear like him?
Trifle? From what? Why a trifle ?!
Sometimes, after all, they save a drop of life.
Love is happiness cherry banner
And in happiness there is no trifle!
Love is not a solid firework of passions.
Love is hands that are faithful in life
She is not afraid of rainy days
No seduction and no separation.
To love is to protect the truth,
Even rebelling against the whole universe.
To love is in the grief to be able to forgive
Everything except meanness and treason.
Love means as many times as you like
Proudly endure all hardships,
But never, even in the hour of death,
Do not settle for humiliation!
Love is not a funny thoughtless bow
And do not reproach that they beat under the ribs.
To love is to have talent
Maybe the biggest and kindest.
And to hell with miserable reasoning,
All feelings will go away, like water in the sand.
Temporary only hobbies.
Love, like the sun, always lives on!
And I don't give a damn about cynical laughter
Someone who does not measure stellar heights.
After all, these verses are mine only for those
Who is capable of loving and believing in the heart!
* * *
It all starts with love ...
They say:
"Initially
It was
word…"
And I proclaim again:
It all starts
with love! .. It all starts with love:
and insight
and work
eyes of flowers
the eyes of the child -
it all starts with love.
It all starts with love.
With love!
I know that for sure.
Everything,
even hate -
dear
and eternal
sister of love.
It all starts with love:
dream and fear
wine and gunpowder.
Tragedy,
yearning
and feat -
it all starts with love ...
Spring will whisper to you:
"Live ..."
And you sway from a whisper.
And straighten up.
And you will begin.
It all starts with love!
* * *
Love is a mystery and a miracle
And we never know
Will it come, when and where,
And if he leaves, then where ...
The road does not look back
It will only attract
There are distinct spots in the sun -
Burns of a departed love ...
* * *
From the words of love the head rings.
They are both beautiful and very fragile.
However, love is not just words
Love is, first of all, actions.
And nobody needs loopholes here.
Prove your feelings and - the whole secret.
But if there is no deed behind the words,
Love your value is three cents!
* * *
What kind of love awaits us sometimes?
Candle or sun hot light?
Do not suffer! After all, there is only one answer:
There is no big or small love
Love is either there or simply not!
* * *
All women are very different,
Especially on hot nights:
One is silent, like a bird,
Another burns like a dawn.
And there is one that dreams.
Which dreams. But only.
* * *
Three words, like three lights
will come to you in broad daylight.
Sometimes they will come to you at night,
huge
like a globe of the earth.
It's like sailing a ship -
three words:
"I love you". What old words!
And how dizzy,
but how dizzy! Three words, eternal, like spring.
Such power was given to them!
Three words -
and one fate
one dream,
one trail.
And once, having endured everything,
you'll say:
"I love you".
What old words!
And how dizzy,
but how dizzy!
Three words, like three dawn.
You repeat them louder.
They are not in vain for you now
became clear
for the first time.
They fly from far away
piercing hearts and centuries.
What old words!
And how dizzy,
but how dizzy!
* * *
How many years love has been falling in me.
This word did not tell me anything.
Love lurked in the depths, she waited -
And she woke up and opened her eyes!
Now I'm not singing - love is singing!
And this song in the world echoes.
Love has come the way morning comes.
She is alone in me and cries and laughs!
And the whole planet swung open for me!
And this joy, like the sun, will not cool!
You can’t get away from this fire!
Do not hide, do not hide -
Love will overtake you!
How many years love has been falling in me.
This word did not tell me anything.
Love lurked in the depths, she waited -
And she woke up and opened her eyes!
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The night is quiet, nature is silent,
Only the stars in the sky are burning.
I have not seen you for more than a year
They tell me about you.
It's easy and for some reason calm
That I don’t see you for many days
Only at the meeting is it still painful
To me at the sight of your smile.
I'm calm that you are not there
That I do not come into your dreams
Everything is gone, snowed
All the torment of last spring.
Everything is gone and love is impoverished
And I myself forgot that
How burned, loving, but silent
She left words for later.
Time flew by like a dream
It was like I was living in a hop
It’s good that I didn’t say then
That terrible word: “I love”!
... It’s easy and for some reason calmly,
Quietly in the sky the moon flickers.
I'm happy with my life now
I live and dream alone ....
* * *
“If you are far away”
Got sick of the soul
Fly far away
Sleep does not pull already
If you are far away.
I want to shed tears
Wiping with a handkerchief
To pray at night,
If you are far away.
To live in the world alone
Believe me, it’s not easy,
Cat, dear, dear,
How are you there, far away?
I write leaning
A candle above the candle
All trash and dirt to me
If you are far away.
There were a number
Telephone beeps
They tell me:
You are far away again!
And unravel my verse
Immediately you can easily:
I will believe and wait
If you are far away !!!!
“If you are near !!!”
Life becomes beautiful
And the flowers are blooming.
Will become nettle velvet
If you are near.
I want to be with you forever
Just all the dreams
I love you heartily
Be near you!
Without you, my life is terrible:
Clouds, rain, umbrellas ...
The sun in the sky, bright, clear
If you are near.
I don't need jewelry
Stars, flowers,
I have no higher pleasure
If you are near!
“Ineptitude”
You love is like a locked door
That in my soul I guard;
I don't care about you now
But I can’t live without you.
So beautiful that the former losses
I can’t remember now,
I hate you now
But I can’t live without you.
And love so strange, believe me
I don’t even wish the enemy
I don't care about you now
But I can’t live without you.
But I will pass this step,
And I will stay on the other side.
And I don’t need you now
But ... I can’t live without you!
* * *
“I am silently praying for you”
Waking up today
Sighing, smiling
I quietly pray for you.
I get up, wash my face
I sing, dress
And quietly pray for you.
Love and miss,
I do not know what to do,
I quietly pray for you.
Well, why are you silent
Favorite boy?
I quietly pray for you.
And through all the hardships
Bad weather
For that I am grateful to fate
For waking up
Sighing, smiling
I quietly pray for you.
* * *
You know, I'm tonight
Whether delirious, in a fever, half asleep
Your native name is very accurate
I saw on the golden wall.
It attracted and oppressed me,
It called with itself and drove away
And I madly repeated it
A hundred thousand hundred times this night.
And my life has lost all meaning
Cause there’s nothing more to wish for in life
Than at night, slightly covered with a blanket
Repeat your holy name!
The stars are falling asleep somewhere in the clear sky
Let warm snow warm their rays
And I'm lying, dreaming of the beautiful,
About a beautiful and dangerous name
And the fate of a happy and unhappy ....
Two arcs of tired eyelids have closed ... ..
The fog of love.
In the soul is not clear fog
The heart beats faster.
There is no one nearby
Who will warm my heart.
I like the guy alone
But he loves another.
And it makes a fog
Which I can’t drive away.
* * *
My beloved, not met in reality,
Belated, late song of mine ....
The angel is bright, humanized ....
I am forever, my dear, yours!
Not caressed mine, wounded in my heart,
Strong in spirit and bright soul ....
The distances don't scare me
What are they big for love!
Not kissed by me, not tortured
Not drank me to the end ...
For me, the best on earth!
And in heaven worthy of a crown!
* * *
Get yourself dumb from screaming
For three hours of total darkness
Swollen eyelids closed by me,
To be with you on "you."
The bridges are divorced, the fire is extinguished.
You wait for the shadows of the day to disappear.
Your world was created by me and destroyed by me
Just a few drops of rain
Not in vain?
We passed the point of no return
Divided into “after” and “before”.
Southwest that was once subject to us,
Disappeared, dried up, and the feet touched the bottom
Long…
Anyway ...
All you can do is open the window
For a moment, open the shut doors
Cause every legend is waiting
Who can even believe in her a little bit.
Today is the first snow.
He will hide the tenderness of words.
Will tell us the escape
Into the world of twilight and dreams.
I don’t have enough bandages
Tie the longing
But not a single word
I won’t take it back ...
* * *
Sorry for what I loved.
I'm sorry I was funny.
Sometimes touchy and sweet
too serious sometimes.
Forgive my funny tears
I'm sorry I was yours.
Sometimes obsessive, maybe
il is sometimes a stranger to you.
I'm sorry I always believed.
I'm sorry I took to heart
So close all your words
and found a place for them.
Sorry for not being able to understand.
Sorry I couldn't leave
and I continued to dream
that we were happy.
Sorry for what I loved.
Forgive the absurdity of my words.
I promise I will forget
our way to the world of dreams.
* * *
Somewhere trains leave
And days fly by as one.
And everything seems to be fine
But only you are missing
But we can’t be together,
I know, and you know that.
And everything seems to be in place,
Yes, only you are missing.
* * *
I love to walk in the park in the fall.
Go and leave the foliage feet.
Wandering about in your stupid thoughts.
And breathe your lonely freedom.
Sadness flies in the air.
Love flies south with birds.
I never loved, let ...
And I regret it again.
It’s going to rain outside
And I also want to cry.
But it's just autumn, everything will pass.
And tears will not drip.
But it depresses me more and more
My calm, measured life.
And my self is dying
That no longer makes sense to live.
I really want to love!
But all to me are just friends.
It’s easier for me to forget about them,
How to find yourself.
I love to watch nature rage:
Thunder, lightning, rain outside the window,
Strong winds - terrible weather.
And I can’t think of anyone ...
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Rain in the face and collarbone
And thunder over the masts.
You happened to me
Like a storm with a ship.
Whether it will be, another ...
I don’t want to know -
Will I break the mountain
Or in happiness I draw.
I'm scared and fun
Like that ship ...
I do not regret that I met.
I'm not afraid that I love.
* * *
And still I insist
And yet the mind insists:
Is the snake guilty of being a snake
Or porcupine born porcupine?
Or a two-humped camel, finally?
Or a certain monster in a certain state?
But the scoundrel is to blame for the fact that he is a scoundrel.
Still, he was born a man!
* * *
What a night! I cant.
I can’t sleep. Such a moon.
Still as if to the shore
In the soul of lost youth.
Girlfriend of chilled years
Don't call the game love
May this moonlight be better
It flows to me at the head of the bed.
Let the distorted features
He outlines boldly, -
'Cause you can't stop loving
How to fall in love, you failed.
You can only love only once
That's why you are a stranger to me,
That lindens in vain beckon us
In the snowdrifts feet immersing.
'Cause I know and you know
What is the moonlight blue in this reflection
There are no flowers on these lindens -
On these lindens, snow and hoarfrost.
What we loved a long time ago
You are not me, but I am different
And we both don't care
Playing love is inexpensive.
But caress and hug
In the crafty passion of a kiss
May my heart forever dream of May
And the one that I love forever.
* * *
Well, kiss me, kiss me
Even to blood, even to pain.
Out of tune with a cold will
Boiling water of heart jets.
Overturned mug
Among the cheerful is not for us.
Understand my girlfriend
On earth they live only once!
Take a calm look
Look: in the damp gloom
A month like a yellow raven
Spins, curls above the ground.
Well, kiss it! So I want.
A song of decay sang to me.
Evidently I sensed my death
One who climbs in the sky.
Fading force!
Die so die!
Until the death of the lips cute
I would like to kiss.
So that all the time in blue naps,
Not ashamed and not melting
In the gentle rustle of bird cherry
It was heard: "I am yours."
And let the light over the full mug
Light foam did not go out -
Drink and sing, my girlfriend:
On earth they live only once!
* * *
Don't look at me reproachfully
Don't look at me reproachfully
I do not melt contempt
But I love your gaze
And thy crafty meekness.
Yes, you seem to me prostrate
And perhaps I’m glad to see
Like a fox pretending to be dead
He catches ravens and ravens.
Well, then what, catch me, I’m not afraid.
Just as if your ardor had not gone out?
To my chilled soul
Stumbled upon such more than once.
I don't love you dear
You are only an echo, only a shadow.
I have another dream in your face
Which has eyes - a dove.
May she not look meek
And perhaps it’s seemingly cold,
But she is a stately gait
Shook my soul to the bottom.
You’ll hardly be so mad
And you do not want to go, but you go
Well, you don’t even lie in your heart
A drunken affectionate lie.
But still, despising you,
I will be embarrassed to open forever:
If there weren’t hell and paradise,
They would have been invented by man himself.
* * *
I remember, love, I remember
The shine of your hair.
Not joyful and not easy for me
Lead you off.
I remember the autumn nights
Birch rustle of shadows
May the days be shorter then
The moon shone for us longer.
I remember you told me:
“The blue years will pass
And you will forget my dear
With me forever. ”
Today blooming linden
I reminded my feelings again
How gently then I rained
Flowers on a curly lock.
And my heart, not getting ready to cool,
And sad another loving
Like a favorite story
On the other, I remember you.
* * *
My former wound settled -
Drunken delirium does not gnaw at my heart.
Tehran blue flowers
I am flying them now in a teahouse.
The teahouse himself with round shoulders,
To be famous before the Russian teahouse,
Treats me with red tea
Instead of strong vodka and wine.
Help, master, but not really.
Many roses bloom in your garden.
Not without reason, my eyes blinked,
Squeezing the black veil.
We are spring girls in Russia
We don’t hold on the chain like dogs
Learning kisses without money
Without dagger tricks and fights.
Well, this one for the movements of the camp,
That face is like a dawn
I will give a shawl from Horossan
And I will give a Shiraz carpet.
Pour it, master, stronger tea
I won’t lie to you forever.
I am responsible for myself now
I can’t answer for you.
And you don’t look at the door very much,
Anyway, there is a gate in the garden ...
Not without reason, my eyes blinked,
Squeezing the black veil.
* * *
Everything promised him to me:
The edge of the sky, dull and red,
And a sweet Christmas dream
And Easter the wind is multi-ring
And twigs of red vines
And park waterfalls
And two big dragonflies
On a rusty cast iron fence.
And I couldn’t believe,
That he will be friendly with me
When walking along the mountain slopes
Hot stone trail.
* * *
Ah, I didn’t lock the door,
Didn't light the candles
You don't know how tired
I did not dare to lie down.
Watch the strip go out
In the sunset darkness the needles
Drunk by the sound of a voice
Similar to yours.
And to know that everything is lost
That life is a damned hell!
Oh, I was sure
What will you come back.
* * *
Believe in the great power of love! ..
Holy believe in her cross conquering,
In her light, radiantly saving
A world mired in mud and blood
Believe in the great power of love!
* * *
To you in silence I extend my hand
And I’m not afraid of children's reproaches in the future.
You secretly understood the souls of a funny meal,
Tired whims you guessed boredom;
We are together - and I silently surrender to fate.
Without oaths and slander childishly innocent
Life told us the last verdict.
We are both young, but joyfully old
I love to stare at your curl for a long time;
I love the silent lips and eyes of conversation.
Like crazy days, like fiery years
To me the life of a world shrine is dear;
I love the silence of midnight nature
I love her woods babbling arches
I love her steppes diamond snow.
And again it’s easy for me when, to the holy sound
Hearing not one, I lively share;
When, for an honest fight with the shadows, taking bail,
To you in silence I extend my hand
And I’m not afraid of children's reproaches in the future.
At the dawn you don’t wake her ...
At dawn, she sleeps so sweetly;
The morning breathes on her chest
Flashes brightly on the pit.
And her pillow is hot
And a hot tiring dream
And, turning black, run on their shoulders
Scythe tape on both sides.
And yesterday at the window in the evening
For a long, long time she sat
And followed the clouds in a game
That the moon was gliding along.
And the brighter the moon played
And the louder the nightingale whistled
She grew paler
My heart beat harder and harder.
Because on a young chest
Morning burns on Lanites.
Do not wake her, do not wake her
At dawn, she sleeps so sweetly!
Poems about love, which were presented, mainly for women, are directed to catch the whole depth of the soul. Among the Russian writers that are mentioned are: Akhmatova, Tsvetaeva, Yesenin and many others, who in lines show the truth and value of relationships and love.
A poem is a melody of the soul. Classics is a constant that has been and will be.
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