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Popular poems by Antonina Kazakova
Sing ... Neither the seraph, nor the cherub ...
So why is the soul in awe?
Like enchanted by your voice -
Hopes, dreams, regrets.
Smile ... Charming appearance ...
But, here are the eyes ... there is sadness in them.
How do they betray your homelessness!
The eyes that saw the golden distance ...
Probably having come a century earlier,
You would sing hymns and psalms in the temple.
“Ave, Maria” - reverently, without falsehood,
Madonna lifted up in silence.
Savior on a bronze crucifix
Hosanna sang in the hour of sorrow and passions.
On holidays, in the arms of God
He called people to the Holy Mass.
People would come to listen to you.
Feeling the heavenly love
Longing souls would soften
Tears cleansed from sins.
The altar would have been worn magnificent roses.
Your beloved ... they are not tender.
The organ would play Bach ... tears ...
What a pity these roses are without roots.
In the trembling light of melting candles
In harmony with notes, frets and thirds -
You would sing like a silver stream
The deepest secrets touching the heart.
The chorale would sound pure, immaculate.
And young virgins, preparing for the night,
Praying the beads on a starry night
Whispered: "An angel, not a man ..."
* * *
Spring has come together, immutable.
The buds opened in the morning gardens.
On a flexible branch - sonorous, impossible,
The trout migratory bird was flooded.
He sang that nature awakens
That warm rays warm the earth ...
That a heart drunk with freedom
The restlessness of nights will be forgotten.
What you need to believe in the integrity of the world,
Enthusiastic raspberry dawn.
And open your wings as wide as possible
When dreams fill from the inside out.
Breathe in the coolness of heaven
Enter a tight, swift stream.
Sing in the azure heights selflessly
That life is magnificent, like a flower.
That the soul is alive with childlike simplicity.
That the world in itself is a reason to have fun.
And let it’s penniless in your pocket for an hour,
You can generously share a smile.
He sang about a silver star
About the sacraments of another dimension ...
He sang ... And in a white-boiled garden
Seconds froze for a moment ...
* * *
Spring has come together, immutable.
The buds opened in the morning gardens.
On a flexible branch - sonorous, impossible,
The trout migratory bird was flooded.
He sang that nature awakens
That warm rays warm the earth ...
That a heart drunk with freedom
The restlessness of nights will be forgotten.
What you need to believe in the integrity of the world,
Enthusiastic raspberry dawn.
And open your wings as wide as possible
When dreams fill from the inside out.
Breathe in the coolness of heaven
Enter a tight, swift stream.
Sing in the azure heights selflessly
That life is magnificent, like a flower.
That the soul is alive with childlike simplicity.
That the world in itself is a reason to have fun.
And let it’s penniless in your pocket for an hour,
You can generously share a smile.
He sang about a silver star
About the sacraments of another dimension ...
He sang ... And in a white-boiled garden
Seconds froze for a moment ...
* * *
Who did not dream of a true friend -
Desperate, funny, disinterested?
And so! You ended up in a close circle
For a long time settled in our thoughts!
You can’t count the fans anymore
Who passionately confessed his feelings!
Be patient, an idol! You know very well
What a nice job in this matter!
Your eyes are the most tender dark pool!
Well, which of us did not plunge into it ?!
Love for you is true, like an axiom.
Admit it, Gregory, that you are caught!
Boyish mischievous charm!
How loudly and fervently you laughed!
And we are here - nothing to do with ... adoring -
Do not blush! he ran into himself!
Your easy voice is unrealistic affectionate!
Who will say that you did not admire ?!
Oh, young prince from a forgotten fairy tale!
Souls delight! I ran into - so I ran into!
Your calling is an attraction to music!
To all spite: rested and - did not give up!
Found myself, my destiny ....
Well, and character! Who would doubt that!
And if there is something out of place in the lines ...
You are not one of those who have long been offended!
Oh rogue, damn-cute look!
You won’t understand who ran into anyone!
Tell me in which year, in which country,
In whose first childhood cry will you be back?
And smiling, she really thinks to me
Again, most certainly - you will run into!
* * *
Everything is possible in the era of the Internet.
The monitor blinked with a bluish light.
Click. In Olympia, I ... Without a ticket.
I’m talking slowly about the concert.
What people expect a fairy tale
That there’s nowhere to drop an apple in the hall.
Olympia is packed to capacity -
And many who want to get there.
I see your fans
Your hearts are open towards them.
Oh Gregory! You ruin the barricades!
What could be more beautiful for a singer!
Inimitably your high art.
Living emotions romantic glow!
Sincere, trembling feelings are priceless,
And the fantastic vocals are unique!
You are all black. Mysterious. A little sad.
With a smile you spend God's gift.
Melodies sound ... Like a scattering of valuable beads -
Great is your repertoire!
“Become yourself,” “Live,” “Dream.”
You are waiting for the "angel that was sent was fate."
When you sing, you are soaring
And you lift up the audience!
Moments fly ... Can't get enough of it
In the bottomless-velvet-radiant eyes.
And in an atmosphere of happiness, my heart melts ...
The whole grateful hall chants you!
And now the concert is over ... Late evening.
The moon is shining, the stars do not fall asleep ...
I noticed today how my shoulders heaved,
And a breath of air begged your chest ...
You're great, Greg! Well, how not to admire ?!
What pain had to endure ...
You could joke, fans smile
And so light and inspirational to sing!
After all, you are an artist! Calmness in the look.
You confidently squeeze the microphone in your hand.
You perform in any situation!
Show must go on? SHOW MUST GO ON !!!
* * *
Language of flowers ... Divine Rose -
A sign of pure, romantic love.
Elevation. Grateful tears.
Enthusiasm. Excitement in the blood.
Exquisite shape. Sophistication.
Elasticity of velvety petals.
Dignity. Posture. Detachment.
Sculpture of snow-white curls.
Native aristocrat, with spikes,
Opened a dazzling bud.
The ray of the sun admired the lace
A pattern that streaks gossip.
Oh elegance! Kind of impeccability!
The transparency of the drops of morning dew!
The finest flavor. Fragility.
The silence of amazing beauty.
A connoisseur of excellence is the Nightingale,
Waiting for the awakening of a pretty Rose,
Sang songs for his beloved,
With warmth, in innermost dreams.
... And in the early morning the experienced Gardener
I came to make a wedding bouquet.
And cutting the best, with fatherly love,
Decorated with greens her wedding color.
In love with the Rose, poor Nightingale,
I could not stand the separation of the chosen one.
You can’t hear his trills among the branches.
Eternally silent wonderful songs sounds.
* * *
Intangible, Inaudible, Invisible
Time is running out in the sand.
Oblivion waves smoothly rolls Summer,
But the knot knits memory in the heart.
Thin veil taking over shoulders,
Without wasting unnecessary, useless words,
Healer-time nevertheless - heals ...
Relieving the burden of crushing shackles.
Time Ally is like an analgesic
Which muffles pain in the acute phase.
Otherwise, the heart will turn to ashes ...
And you can’t grow flowers on the fire.
A time teacher will teach lessons
What a blessing it is to just live!
Do not tempt your fate before the deadline.
To thank her for everything that is.
Remind time with wise words
That in the world of perishable much will pass.
It is rubbed into dust by centuries-millstones.
But - the stars will be ... and the moon will rise.
The archive of time stores lives of scrolls.
They have a story that is read in tears.
There lived a boy with a sunny smile,
With universal sadness in angelic eyes.
It flows through the veins, the river-Time.
Carries pain in a stream of sleepy waters.
Only the memory of the heart does not pass.
And if you love, it won’t work ...
* * *
Almost in the morning, as if in reality,
An angel scolded me, with affectionate reproach,
What is empty and colorless I live
Without the same excitement and enthusiasm.
I'm going home like a squeezed lemon.
Carries the stream along the desired route.
Everything is stereotyped ... metro - work - dream ...
Measured and accurate to the minute.
In the evening bustle of strangers.
The picture is unchanged for many years.
How glad I am that you decided to dream!
Mentally send my friendly greetings!
I recalled: tousled dreams
Itself once aligned its wings.
In the hand is a tit ... And the crane is there ...
How after the storm I wanted calm.
It happens lonely in the crowd ...
I keep menthol lollipops in my pocket.
Success does not happen without a fight.
Such a truth ... coarse.
A short day flows into the night.
Gusts? .. Were ... Yes, to see - not much ...
Usually a day fly away ...
Folded wings were not useful.
It so happened that the dream did not bloom.
But the heart has not forgotten anything.
... Behind the frame, along the wagon glass,
The feather hovered in the sunset haze.
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The clouds walk over Sonnas
In the blue hitting the hills.
The wind drives them away:
“We don’t need rainfall now!”
Expected guests on arrival,
They are known here and every time they wait.
Guests remember the date and place,
Where their angel found shelter.
Going virtual in flight,
Choose flowers for a friend ...
To the edge of the lake, where the air is crystal,
They will convey them on the wings of dreams.
Not for a holiday ... For a quiet feast:
Remember after years
A man who appreciated in life
Even your unlucky ticket.
Here it is ... this is a bright place ...
How many friends have been here ?!
Everywhere roses ... just like brides
In white dresses between the stones!
Again, April spread the veil.
Ptahs sing the hymns to the sun!
Well, our hearts are drowning in sorrow ...
And involuntary tears flow?
In this sonorous earthly whirl
The pain of loss is much stronger:
What are you to blame for before death ?!
Or did she like it too much?
Ah, Maestro ... In your distance
The heavenly flight is pure and bright ...
Look: time doesn't rule here
Here high memory lives on!
In this memory - placers of laughter,
The fury of life, the enthusiasm of the eyes!
Boy’s path to the heights of success,
So shocked and touched us!
Hugging far distances
Your image has not faded through the years.
Into a confused world, tired of pain
Your kindness flows in songs.
... The dark-dark-skinned gently descends.
Well, it's time ... At home, too, things ...
The stars were so close ... your angel
Quietly bow two mournful wings.
* * *
Sometimes, a moment - more important than decades,
Granted by changeable destiny.
Grains of happiness are ghostly these
Float in memory, alone with yourself.
... Behind the scene, exhausted,
Closing the edges of tired eyelids
Ovation hearing the continuation,
A happy man is standing.
The movement of the hall, screams "bravo"!
The sparkle of the cameras, the spirit of the wings ...
Success, recognition, taste of fame ...
Your way out, Greg! They are calling for an encore!
Spotlights are cutting darkness, sparkling glare.
Stepping in a circle, clutching a microphone,
Artist with a beautiful enlightened face
Like a songwriter that ascends the pulpit ...
Without music, without the bliss of a sensitive violin,
Forgetting your limits and boundaries -
He shines with an embarrassed smile ...
And hands are like wings of a white bird.
With a high note, it fluttered tremblingly,
To the heavenly homeland, the shelter of purity,
Prayerfully and passionately “a capella”
A song of true spiritual beauty.
And the angels, listening to these sounds,
In the twinkle of blue ever-burning candles
We were sad about the future separation ...
The excitement of trembling shoulders ...
* * *
Seers and prophets appeared in the world,
Caution people against evil and strife.
Centuries pass and pass the timeline -
The devilish machinations are still alive.
There is a struggle for human souls.
Lies, permissiveness, unbelief, vices.
Why come, breaking all the laws,
Despising the blithely past lessons?
How many of us are weakened in spirit
Chasing dubious freedom.
And life teaches us a bitter slap in the face
Succumbed to skillful puppeteers.
Earth sends us a SOS signal!
What happens in empty souls?
Really little grief, few tears -
When will we begin to listen to our heart ...
We wander in the darkness, hoping for a lighthouse
That will show us the right path.
A glinting ray, like an undoubted sign -
We are still not indifferent to God.
What can we bequeath to descendants?
Oh, if adults acted like children ...
Today I wouldn’t have to defend
Life is fragile on a small planet.
No one could make the world scream
Betrayal, violence and blood.
Conflicts Resolved
The only weapon is love.
It’s not easy to live by true covenants -
And do not bend before the power of Darkness.
He could! The open warrior of Light!
He survived ... And what do we answer ...
* * *
“And if you feel that day has come ...
Mom will be next to you, so that you can leave calmly ... "
from a poem by Gregory Lemarshal
Mother’s child warms with tender love
Sheltered by a reliable wing from inclement weather.
Fate happy from patterned sewing
Desiring your own blood.
Moments of joy to the heart of roads
Growing beloved, glorious little man!
Smile ... first tooth ... timid steps.
And it seems that happiness will be eternal!
Affliction. Hospital. Indifferent doctor.
Diagnosis. Shock. Panic tears.
Despair ... and time, like an executioner,
On a petal, the color of a young rose breaks.
Fierce struggle. The will is clamped into a fist.
After all, the world has not collapsed - it is necessary to live loving.
Accept your cross and a difficult share.
Change life and find yourself in it.
The glove is thrown. Or maybe it's a bluff? ..
But - no ... Without air, vein rivers become shallow.
He took the fight and fought like a lion
For the right to be an ordinary person.
Maternal prayers are endless ligature.
In anxious dreams, all thoughts of the child.
Genetics broken ... Irreversible connection ...
Torn off the axis where it turned out too thin ...
A farewell requiem is floating under the vaults.
The last way to the windless harbor.
Chords of pain ... Funeral dress code.
A carpet of roses. Heaven is a transparent shroud ...
There will be no more songs. Do not dream.
In temples, the word "late" knocks powerlessly.
In a candle of gold from the ghostly moon
The best world invites to the blue stars.
A magical voice ... A clear look ... A smile ...
The heart will remember all the smallest touches.
How bitterly the violin weeps in silence ...
Longing for rhyme ... and sad poetry ...
* * *
Day moves in a golden circle
In the land of unsurpassed beauty.
With love, an ageless friend -
Fresh snow-white flowers.
The big heart stopped beating
Sadness leaving the north winds.
What does death mean? The end or the beginning?
Flight tour to unknown worlds?
Life was a precious gift
What inevitably melts like smoke.
Not everyone will become gray and old in it.
And someone will be forever young ...
Into a high world, mysteriously imperishable,
Deprived of all troubles and fuss,
Take happy moments with you
The warmth of smiles, old dreams.
Meadows and slopes are again in the primrose.
Everywhere there is a relentless bird din.
What is the truth? .. Simple to be like children?
Do not make a drum out of the laws of life?
Aren't you the one turning into a bird
With a whistle rushing from a height?
To see faces dear to the heart ...
Take a look at the matured features?
Having noticed our roses from the sky,
Breathe the earth spring aroma.
And you’re more likely that tears are in vain ...
No one is to blame for what happened.
Spreading its wings, a bird flies away ...
To the high mountains beyond the blue hills.
Trill voiced will flow farewell.
With hope, we will smile after her.
* * *
As the mischievous sun shines brightly!
Stands at the zenith of blue high!
What a blessing to live in this world!
It’s easy to breathe in the mountains of Savoy!
Absorb heady air with full breasts!
Hugging a picture of the world!
Well, it would be nice for human birds
Soar and never die!
Funny boy! Continuing jokes!
I’m going to hurt my heart ...
Stubbornly believes that he will be an artist
And the muses on Olympus will be blessed!
That tomorrow will certainly be better!
And morning is always wiser than night.
That grabbed the tail of a happy chance!
The hour "X" has come and all doubt is gone!
Wrapping a throat with a scarf for colds
With a crazy and contagious smile
Like a whirlpool with a head! Will judge
Fate then - where it is true, where is the mistake.
Cars packed in a pile of suitcases!
Native whispering farewell "bye!"
In Paris, funny - noisy, crowded,
Meet the adventures in Star Ak (a)!
Well, what - on take-off ?! And there will be that which will be!
Without the right to fatigue and whim!
Come on artist! Only aspiring people
The main prize is rightfully won!
* * *
I’m no longer crying ... I admire.
I humble myself in my soul ... Inevitably.
I don’t forget ... I’m coming back.
Your voice ... tremulous and gentle.
Do not be offended ... I know ...
Everything, even pain, is given by fate.
The time has come ... letting go ....
Mixed rhymes in a dissonance.
And you spread your wings.
In the dawn fly a ray.
Above the thin eiffel spire
To the light of countless candles.
And if in a solitary boat
You will swim to the cries of birds
Pave the way for the waves for sure
Salty wind in the sails.
Will you go by the sunny valley
Among the flowers to the sound of a stream -
A fair wind will be in the back,
And in the sky - the nightingale trills.
You will freeze in ecstasy of contemplation.
Comprehend the thoughts of Heaven.
Gardens of the Universe ... In Their Shine
Hear dear voices.
And music ... And - trembling skin ...
All the same seven familiar notes.
And euphoria ... the angel of God
With a smile, he takes a hand.
And so, in the divine languor,
In the arms of wondrous aromas -
You will breathe calmly, like a child.
And remember: you were once here ...
By faith - to us! By the will of God
The soul is timeless and spaceless.
Your story is without an epilogue ...
History of the era of "Gregorianism".
* * *
Conceived by the Almighty and covered in mystery,
How soul mates are looking for a couple.
“Accident” does not happen by chance.
It is important here - not to listen to signs from above.
The soul dreams of a flower opening
Secret to share the core.
Find the only thing - and not be mistaken,
Bonded forever with the coveted half.
Let it be an angel - and no less
But to get stronger than tart wines.
All the best came together in one of the women -
To the charming beauty Karin!
As usual, not without arrows,
Soaked in love with sweet poison.
When the mobile persistently rang -
Make-up artist and Cupid were nearby.
They didn’t flaunt their sympathies,
Knowing well the mores of the local press.
Tried to hide from prying eyes
And cursed pestering fame.
A love story is like a song.
Their tenderness is softer than the pink dawn.
In the photo, lovers are together.
Karin and Gregory shine with happiness!
Here the waves are splashing and the sky is blue
In the transparent days of sparkling summer.
Floating clouds are aerial lace.
And on hands - two identical bracelets.
How gently squeeze these hands
In the arms of an affectionate crystal dream!
There is no place for separation in their general plans!
In their plans - to take steeper the height!
Oh, if time turns back ...
Return to the past, and there - everything is as before.
A fresh breeze is playing in my hair ...
And on the hot sand - white clothes ...
Beautiful poems by Antonina Kazakova
Stubbornly pushing the baby under the heart.
It looks like it's time, the deadlines are coming ...
Looks like an infantryman! Hardly to sleep
When kneading the heir to the leg!
It is known - a boy will be born, a soldier!
Defender, family hope and support!
They told the little sister - a brother will appear.
I had to agree - without bargaining and disputes.
You’ll grow up a bit - we’ll go to the sea,
To plunge into a thick wave there!
You don't need to know, unconscious children,
That somewhere the submarines are sneaking down the bottom.
They multiply - your toys ?!
Where did the rubble of such good come from?
Vacation. Summer. The boys. “The war.”
The grass turns green ... In the forest - a bunker ...
When, flying a kite,
Sinul triumphantly cry out to heaven
About spy satellite I can not say.
Again I will not say anything, dropping my eyes.
Sons childhood will end once ...
Somewhere he will fulfill his military duty.
In a bloody showdown by a disenfranchised soldier?
Of the large guns - for small people?
Do not let this happen, dear God!
“Voynushka” is actually not a computer game ...
Silent my baby ... Changed his mind about being born? ..
Oh, late, son ... it's time to Earth ...
* * *
The fire is dense
Shotgun, mortar.
Rocket and anti-aircraft
Sighting and crazy.
And life is different:
Reasonable and passionate.
Naive and beautiful
Under the shelter lived.
The fire is hard
Ominous, cross.
Dashing, lightning fast,
Rolling and deaf.
And life is tender
Happy and successful.
Uneasy and rebellious
Bittersweet like smoke.
Extremely accurate fire
Timed moment
Above the temporal region
Sew cast lead.
The soul will rise in shadow
Over a ghost life
Staying in dreams
As a young boy.
Down at the head of the bed
Like poppies, blood stains ...
On the sacrificial cover
Absurd and holy.
The genealogy was interrupted.
Did not meet with love.
Spun by someone again
A round of big trouble.
* * *
Do not twist, my friend, do not be sad.
Do not hold sadness. Let it go.
Watching the candle life
We sit in silence, shut up.
Breaks through the hard dawn
Through the veil of joyless darkness.
The candle burned out ... It is not.
Accept the new day with a light heart.
* * *
Sang again? Shut up, shut up ...
Already taken off? Smooth knocks.
The illusion is full of spring garden.
Remember the rake? Come back ...
* * *
Free Savoy! You are blessed!
The valleys in green among the alpine mountains.
The waves of Ron rustle about the innermost.
The splendor of nature amazes the eye.
The May palette is full of primrose.
A lilac heady aroma floats.
Grass washed with dew before dawn
Flashes in the sun a thousand carats!
Into the purple velvet of spring darkness
A midnight star fell from heaven.
A young genius appeared on the land of wonder.
Fate and the Higher Providence merged.
Magic singing gives people happiness.
A deep voice radiates magnetism ...
And thanks every day for complicity
In the great sacrament, to which the name "life".
Reality did not skimp on splinters.
Passing through the thorns of all hellish circles -
He called life a beautiful, pure rose,
Forgiving all the pain and the sharpness of her spikes ...
Delight and admiration - these feelings
From the cup, hearts pour over the edge.
What power is real art!
From the sounds of music in your soul a blossoming paradise!
And the world is not the same as it was before.
The soul got rid of lethargy of dreams.
She took off her worn, faded clothes
To wear rainbow-colored updates!
Like a wanderer that yearns for his homeland,
Breathing hope until the last days
Sang the rapturous glory of Life
Unbroken French nightingale!
* * *
Coming into the world, for some reason we cry.
We are afraid of how the white light will accept us.
As our plans change life,
Checking the position of the planets.
And yet - fantastic luck!
Success in the incredible lottery!
We are here! We were born! And that means
We live and breathe, study, grow up!
We start life from scratch.
We pass the milestones on the path of knowledge.
God-given beauty
For a while it will become our property.
How to cope with hard science -
Earth do not harm the native?
So that grandchildren can rejoice
Gardens that bloom in the spring.
Saving Faith and Doubts
They are leading a relentless battle in the heart.
Freedom of choice.
It is born in the struggle with itself.
The path to the Light is through the narrow gate.
In full view - own conscience.
From the cradle to the cross
We are writing our life story.
... A melody of love sounds over the world.
Butterflies flutter and bees carry honey.
While good serves as a balancer to us -
Earth tired from orbit will not descend.
The time will come ... And they will cry for us ...
It will be another turn to pull the ticket.
Someone will have a fabulous luck!
Life has no loss - no!
* * *
February day ... Deserted in the temple.
The icon is gloomy. A stern look.
Petitioners in an unnamed drama
On the bronze of a dark candle burn.
In the silence, the cold whisper is hot.
A sad intercessor is silent ...
Hope melts with a cinder
A crying thin candle.
A shy tongue flashed
From a light door draft.
The extinguished candle under the images
A hand will take away the minister.
She is not able to deflect adversity.
The connecting thread is torn ...
Unaware of what happiness and misfortune are,
We ask you to change the course of events.
And at the top are all the numbers.
In the holy chamber they lit a star.
Fate leaned slightly rocker.
What a pity ... that is not on the side of the Earth.
Interesting poems by the poetess Antonina Kazakova
A fine day looks out the window.
Behind the frame a fly beats tediously.
The spider in an ambush. Output…
September is in full swing. Autumn. Dry.
* * *
Weather forecasters promise snowstorms and frost.
Should I go and have a look in the ski closet?
But what, how will the promised forecast come true?
And then winter, as if we were in Paris.
* * *
April is ringing! Puppy delight in the soul.
The ray of the sun has transformed everything around!
How, suddenly, “hello” - aiming and hot,
Heavenly bird weighed ... Grand merci!
* * *
The summer dream closes the eyelids ...
Stars twinkle in the sky ... Quietly ...
No matter how! Closer ringing
Hungry thin mosquito.
* * *
Do not knock on the glass - it will break
My invented ghostly world.
Autumn is scratching the window with a branch,
Mute psalter will rain the rain.
Drops like short stanzas
Denote the tearful dotted line.
Loneliness with a cup of coffee
Set up a midnight feast.
And come up with a new name
And a better life scenario:
There the events will be different
The goals and meaning will be clear.
And on the last morning morning the road
Suddenly it seems to me on the shoulder.
But back there, by golly,
I don't want, I don't want, I don't want ...
* * *
Really - jumped off?! .. It was possible!
Advance factor worked!
How important it is to provoke anger in yourself:
Bring peace and self-respect back!
Defeated virtual tempter!
Down to the hell with all the different trolls!
Long live the ordinary world - real,
Where to live, and not get used to the role!
Immunity to networks
When I do pattern embroidery!
I won’t stay alone with the tablet!
I’ll turn my attention to home and life!
I will categorically pull myself together:
To the monitor more - not a foot!
I’ll prepare lunch for my grandchildren tomorrow.
At eleven, on schedule - hang up!
... I can’t sleep ... Three already ... I turn on the light.
Throwing a robe, I cover the doors ...
Well, no ... No! I - with about with to about h and l and !! Nooo !!!
... The screen blinked ... I type in passwords ...
* * *
I read again “Under your gaze”.
Sadness in the heart is a sad chapter.
How poisoned with bitter poison
Mindless, harsh words.
Newspapers - more sensations!
Where is ethics, decency and honor?
The paparazzi sneakers have gone astray
And the journalists hinted at the disease.
Everything is so difficult ... thoughts gnaw:
The world of show business is harsh.
And the guy is bright, unlike.
And - a stone is an abandoned word ...
How do you want to say in Russian,
To all those who tarred honey with tar.
Yes, to sense ... is there in French:
"Dogs bark - the caravan is coming"?
... I endured and endured everything! Not broken!
Though blood was pounding from insults in the temples.
Clenching his fists, he went to the goal ... He smiled.
Evading aside, gave his love.
And in my head crowded a lot of plans!
There is so much to do and have time!
Life, not sparing, inflicted wounds ...
And he was madly hungry - just to sing!
He strove to live without dropping his shoulders:
Dream, create, make friends, love!
How beautiful is the face of humanity
Those who can be human!
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