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Popular poems by Eduard Asadov
From a nest with strong winds
The chick fell out once.
And saw in half a meter
Yellow glitter of cat's eyes.
The chick wavered, swept
Death is so near.
The cat curved severely
Trying on for a jump.
Suddenly a savior mom
Squealing on the fly
Dipped down and straight
Feel free to rush to the cat.
Terrible feathers fluffed
And then in one sitting
(It seemed that il was?)
Evil thief swallowed
Together with wool and tail!
However, how can one doubt that ?!
Even win tigers
I'm sure maybe a bird,
If this bird is a mother!
* * *
Let you not fight in a war
But I can say without hesitation:
That the blood of children spilled in the fire
Parents with sons on a par
Gives forever a military rank!
After all, to us, at that time, young fighters,
Maybe I didn’t even dream to the end,
How hard it was for us to fathers
And what was happening in the hearts of mothers.
And only now, it seems to me, dear,
When my son is a soldier by age,
I, like you dozens of years ago,
I accept everything with a keen heart.
And even today, not a single window
From the devilish breaks does not shake
But for children, anxiety is still
In all ages, probably remains.
And frankly (why dissemble ?!)
What is in the troubles and privations of thunder,
A hundred times it would be easier for us for them
Under all adversity, substitute the head!
Yes, only neither in labor nor in war
The sons did not need reinsurance.
When the eagles were worn on their backs,
They would probably turn into chickens!
And I thank you for that,
That you didn’t teach me to bend,
From childhood I’m not smoldering, but burning
And then, in a difficult dawn,
She herself blessed me on a hike.
And for a long, long time in the midst of continuous thunder
I saw everything in the far distant
How do you wave my handkerchief at the district committee
Painfully suddenly hunched over familiar
With forgotten carnations in hand.
Yes, only when I myself am a father,
I probably understand to the end
That heroism of parental hearts
When they are under storms and lead
They accompany their children on the road.
But you believe that in an hour of trouble and thunder
I won’t keep my son at the door,
I myself with dawn to the district committee,
How do you once carry me.
And I know: no hardship, no war
Do not intimidate my boyfriend.
You believe him and be always calm:
All that burned light in us is worthy
Someday erupt in his heart!
And may fate be like a calendar sheet
Everyone once breaks off.
It rains on earth for good reason:
Greens burn, seas rampage
And life, like a song, goes on forever!
* * *
Ah, remember mom, remember mom
Hut frozen through!
Ah, how much with us, how much with us
You had a chance to see! ..
The blizzard blows from a raid.
And you, barely wandering through the snow,
Carrying on a sled from a swamp
Raw alder for firewood.
Itself is a tax
She herself is a charioteer.
There is no end to widow's cares.
The salt is gone
And no torment
And for the goat to the edge of the sentiment.
The war came to us without demand.
And don't forget me, mom, no
How did you bring mowing
We have our own laid lunch.
Three brought up youngsters.
Need dried, bent, burned,
But we were full, dressed
And in a severe frost they warmed up ...
You could do everything, you could!
Enough for all the mind and strength!
And on the day of the beginning of September
You all shone with joy
When she accompanied us to school:
“Learn better,” he said.
The wife of the deceased soldier
Knowing all the bitterness of those years,
You were a great mother
A pillar of the rear and fronts!
You, oh mom, don't be proud
Though a harsh fate! ..
Take a look at the cornfield
In the fields groomed by you!
Thank you, Russian women, to you
And to your skillful and gentle hands.
They are golden as the sun, always
We should never forget mom’s hands!
What is the most sacred in our heart?
It is hardly necessary to think and guess.
There is the simplest word in the world
And the most exalted is Mother!
* * *
In the distant era of the native land
When our ancient ancestors
We went in outfits of cave dwellers,
Then they didn’t go beyond instincts,
And the world was blazing with beauty
What was inconceivable to combine
Wild barbarism with beauty
Someone had to win.
And so, when the spring was rampant
And the winged dawn soared into the sky,
She came quietly to the shore -
Stately, dark and shaggy.
And so the earth bubbled around
In twitter, in joyless weightlessness,
That the maiden leaned toward the water and suddenly
Embarrassed by her own nakedness.
She took off the skin of a bear from her shoulder,
Croila, tormented, tried on,
Then she let it go, there she took it,
I put it on, looked and froze:
Well, as if she immediately became a different one!
Hair beat over her head.
I hung it around my neck like a toy
Large rainbow shell
And cleanly washed in the river water.
And here, hairy and mighty, like a lion,
The guy stepped out of the green wilderness,
I saw a friend and, being numb,
He even closed his eyes, shocked.
She, looking at him timidly,
Did not bark fun in silence
And didn’t even crack on the back,
And, gently looking down, blushed ...
Something obscure happened ...
He strained the brain
The back of his head scraped and didn’t know
That this femininity was born!
But in a dazzling glow
He quickly climbed the mound,
Tore a golden tulip like dawn
And put it on her knees!
And, losing something habitually evil,
Not rushed to her without the warmth of hearts,
As his grandfather and father did,
And he gently stroked her hand.
Then, something affectionate grumbling,
For the first time, not wild and not at all rude,
Touched her shoulder with lips
And in amazement, open lips ...
She was startled,
Cried, laughed joyfully,
Cuddled up to him and did not know, laughing,
What is love born in the world!
* * *
What is the point in life to argue and take offense
And lose your strength in an empty fight?
You can’t even imagine
How come you smile!
Do you want me to reveal the main secret:
Instead of arguing about petting yourself, the mood.
Be cordial and sincere with me
Kiss, smile at me. And the battlefield
Will instantly remain with you!
* * *
Woman in pajamas
Slowly slammed the novel.
Crunched with sleek hands
And with bewitched eyes
She looked into the gloomy fog.
The husband drew, stooping around the table,
And she, to the quiet noise of a blizzard
Again, flipping through the volume, she said:
- That's because people knew how to love!
For the sake of darlings we went into battle
Jealous, tormented, wept,
Went to the chopping block, sacrificing themselves,
Even the mind from love lost.
Say I'm not a hard worker? Let be!
But I also want burning nonsense,
To flour, to prayer and sadness!
Woman, am I all the same or not ?!
And do not frown, please, eyebrow!
Every day in you more and more prose.
What do you know about the fire of passions?
About pleas, suffering and tears?
What can I recall from the past?
Where is that bright explosion in my fate?
What have you done in the life of a madman? -
“That I married you.”
* * *
No, I do not flatter the word "veterans",
Although it is honorable, maybe.
Only early, absolutely early
I have such a title to wear!
There’s something in the word with fatigue,
From drooping shoulders and silence
From wrinkles, from sad gray hair,
And in short - from the road to old age.
Well, I need a word like that,
So that in it - swifts and trains,
Raging thunder from a cloud of black-browed
And the dawn is cherry – cornflower blue,
And love an enthusiastic yes!
No, not to let me rejuvenate
(I never liked stupid things)
I'm not good at playing a boy.
But it’s a shame to be ashamed
All my stubborn forces!
Veteran is the brightest of words.
But while there are bunches of grapes,
There are friends, battles and love
I do not need such honors!
And tiredness, ailment and peace -
For the poet, this is not good.
I'll leave as the birds fly away
Before the arrival of the snow cold.
It will turn dusk slightly
More flowers and children will sleep.
And only I once at dawn
Dissolve as the clouds melt ...
* * *
Either with reproach, or with regret
Your thoughtful speech sounds
Really I really could not save
Myself once in combat battles?
Could or not - is that really the case ?!
After all, at the hour when I went up to battle,
I felt all the time behind me
My country that looked at me.
And no matter where the trouble threatens me -
Not inferior to neither death nor fire.
After all, the Motherland believed and knew me,
That I will shield her with myself.
And if an honest heart is given,
Well, how do you say otherwise?
Hide yourself - open your homeland!
That's it, dear, and it ...
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Like clouds in the sky
The edges fly to others
So more often the weight every year
In the invisible distance go
Comrades and friends ...
Now frowning, then smiling
That sad pit hole
And as if descending into the hold
Waving a farewell hand ...
But isn't it clear to people
That our age is just an instant.
And no matter how fate judges
Separation will be short-lived,
We are one generation.
And no matter how sweet the road
And somewhere it will fall down.
And a little more or a lot -
Try to figure it out!
And I want to sunset
To all those who are still around.
Suddenly quietly say: - Guys,
Recall all that is holy,
And move the circle tighter!
We rush around, scurry around
The devil knows with whom we are drinking the charms,
Sometimes we grind with soul
Sometimes we spit on a friend.
And they themselves are sometimes not happy
And we know (there is a conscience).
That callousness is worse than poison
What else is needed,
Yes stupidly prevents arrogance.
But it would be better and easier
Beat the word just a scoundrel,
And with a friend more and more meetings,
And with a friend it’s hotter than speech
And in the alloy of one heart!
After all, often when you get stale
And hurt friendship in vain
You think you can
You’ll fix it in time,
And it turns out that he did not have time.
It's easy to hurt
So that after gaining strength
And somewhere at the requiem
Walking with a noble look
What a true friend he was!
Yes, after, as in a conflagration,
It’s impossible to return the burned one.
Not better, friends, comrades,
Choose a wiser way ?!
One where the word is stronger
And joy is warmer from the eyes
And gave brighter and sharper
And even saying goodbye is easier
At its very last hour !!!
* * *
When you decide to open in love
Once and forever,
Perhaps at first she will be embarrassed
And she won’t say “Yes” right away.
Well, no offense and sighs!
Just don’t argue and wait.
Embarrassment is not so bad
All the main thing is ahead!
And it’s unlikely that seriously will mean anything,
When to your words
She will suddenly go down and cry
Ile will even run away first.
After all, such tears probably sound
Like the nightingale singing.
Tears, by golly, are not bad at all,
Consider her yours!
And by the way, there is bad luck,
When the answer sounds
To admirable phrases
Harsh and bitter: "No."
And yet, if you don’t get lost,
Go ahead again
If you hope, seek,
To be strong and gentle, then, may become,
Happiness will come!
But if nothing alarms her
And with cute simplicity
She will offer you her friendship
Here, even God will not help you,
Say goodbye and go home!
* * *
Is it possible to be friends without sharing
Beliefs of your friend?
Can one be friends without approving
Is it literally almost nothing?
Different in thoughts and views,
They should have parted a long, long time ago,
So as not to execute each other in quarrels
And do not poison each other with poison.
And they, look, forever near
Indeed, they are obliged to be friends.
Is it possible to love without respect?
Talk about tenderness forever
At the same time, clearly understanding
What is beloved - a low man ?!
They say: love does not distinguish
Where does the line lie?
It's right. But it also happens:
A person understands perfectly -
This is rubbish. And that rubbish!
It is generally believed that for the poet
There are no mysteries in the realm of the soul.
If there are heart secrets
You, poet, open and describe!
What poets are shallow and rapids ?!
After all, they are given a lyrical language.
But poets are not gods either!
And the absurdity met on the road,
And they are at a standstill!
How so, to love without respect?
Why be friends and quarrels?
No, I don’t understand that.
And, probably, I can’t understand!
* * *
Cherish happiness, cherish!
Notice, rejoice, take
Rainbows, sunrises, stars of eyes -
It is all for you, for you, for you.
We heard a quivering word -
Rejoice. Do not demand a second.
Do not drive the time. To nothing.
Rejoice at this, him!
How long is the song destined to last?
Can everything in the world be repeated?
A leaf in a creek, a bullfinch, over a steep knit ...
Would it be a thousand times!
On the boulevard light up the evening
Topol burning candles.
Rejoice, do not spoil anything
No hope, no love, no meeting!
Thrashing from a celestial cannon.
Rain, rain! On the puddles of freckles!
Twists, dances, hits the pavement
Heavy rain, in a nut-sized!
If this miracle is missed,
How then to live in the world ?!
Everything that passed by my heart
Never return then!
Sickness and quarrels temporarily set aside,
You leave them all for old age
Try to at least for now
This "charm" has passed you.
Let the skeptics mutter to death.
You do not believe them bile skeptics -
Joy neither at home nor on the road
Evil eyes, at least burst - not to find!
And for very, very kind eyes
There is neither squabble, nor envy, nor torment.
Joy to you itself will reach out
If your heart is bright.
See beauty in ugly
See river spills in streams!
Who knows how to be happy on weekdays,
He really is a happy person!
And the roads and bridges sing
Paints the forest and wind events,
Stars, birds, rivers and flowers:
Cherish happiness, cherish!
* * *
Remember forever and say to others:
The trick and the lie will open anyway.
Happiness cannot be built on lies
After all, happiness is light floors
Only built on the truth!
* * *
I dreamed of happiness, as soon as I began to think,
And happiness once rushed to me, probably.
However, at home, apparently, they didn’t catch me,
He waved his hand and, with a sigh, flew back.
* * *
What is the point in life to argue and take offense
And lose your strength in an empty fight?
You can’t even imagine
How come you smile!
Do you want me to reveal the main secret:
Instead of arguing about petting yourself, the mood.
Be cordial and sincere with me
Kiss, smile at me. And the battlefield
Will instantly remain with you!
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If love leaves, what solution?
You can resort to arguments, argue and persuade
You can go to requests and even humiliations,
You can threaten retribution, trying to intimidate.
You can recall the past, every bright little thing,
And, repeating with pain, how bitterly in separation the years will pass,
Hesitate for a while, maybe cause pity
And hold on for a while. For a while - not forever.
And you can, fear and pain without even giving out a look,
Say: - I love. Think about it. Do not break the joys. -
And if he refuses, without flinching, accept, as it should,
Windows and doors - wide open! -I do not hold. Goodbye!
Of course, it is terribly difficult, tormented, to hold on firmly.
And yet, so as not to despise yourself later,
If love leaves - at least howl, but remain proud.
Live and be a man, not creep in a snake!
* * *
I can really wait for you
Long, long, and true, true,
And I can not sleep at night
A year, and two, and a lifetime, probably!
Let the calendar leaves
Fly around like foliage by the garden
Only to know that everything is not in vain,
What do you really need it!
I can follow you
In the thickets and climbs
On the sands, almost without roads,
In the mountains, in any way
Where the hell never been!
I’ll pass everything without rooting,
Overcome any worries
Only to know that everything is not in vain,
What then do not betray on the road.
I can give for you
All that I have will be.
I can take for you
The bitterness of the worst fates in the world.
I will be happy to give
The whole world is hourly to you.
Only to know that everything is not in vain,
That I love you is not in vain!
* * *
She came in, completely gray-haired,
Tired of sitting by the fire
And suddenly she said, “I don’t know,
Why are you torturing me.
'Cause I'm young, beautiful
And I want to live, I want to love.
And you humble me with force
And beat to the blood.
Do you beg to be silent? And I am silent
You tell me to live, chasing love?
I can't take it anymore, I'm tired.
Why are you torturing me?
'Cause you love, love, love
Loving the heart,
You can not judge, love is not judged.
You can’t? Leave your "no."
Drop a bunch of your inhibitions
Now, at least for fun, have sinned:
Do not torture yourself with insomnia
Go crazy, write poetry.
Or confess your love
And if the feeling is not in honor,
You let me go free
Do not kill, but let go. ”
And the woman, almost sobbing
Dropping gray strands, she maintained:
“I don’t know what you torture me for?”
He was numb.
In the usual dusk
Suddenly this storm burst.
Off guard, and no time to think:
“Sorry, I do not know you.
I didn’t put fetters on you ”
And suddenly he asked, barely breathing:
"What is your name? Tell me, who are you? ”
She answered: "Your Soul."
* * *
Wind swirls starry powder
In the alleys driving darkness.
You have no doubt: I'm good.
To be bad I just do not need anything!
Don’t think that I play hide and seek
What a cunning or fog light.
There are, of course, flaws in me,
Well, why should I say no?
However, that praise or scourge.
Whatever arshin you measure me
Know one thing: what is a human rank
IM proud of. And you believe me in this.
I am not lying in a word or in a song.
I assure you: there is no pose in this.
Just being true is more interesting.
To live brighter. And this is the whole secret.
And not good, I expect
Clutching at things with a twinkle.
Just because I don’t wish
Living in the world with a tiny bug.
It's just that it's always warm in my life
Because there are flowers and children.
Just do good in the world
A hundred times nicer than evil.
Just because I dream
About spring and floods of rivers,
Just because you're like that -
The cutest person in the world!
Come out to meet, do not be embarrassed!
Throw away all the “why” and “why.”
I'm good. Do not hesitate!
I just don't need to be different!
* * *
Tell me, have you ever loved?
Tell me, dawn was floating in your house?
And doves circled overhead
Your whitest minuet in the world?
Tell me, did you sing a blizzard in your bedroom?
Have you read her your poems?
And in every look you were looking for a friend
And brother, how is the cure for longing?
Have you ever stood at the train station
Inhaling the complex smell of trains
And it seemed to you that you were in the throne room
Almost suffocated by spirits.
Say have you ever cried
Sobbing with bitter happiness in the morning?
And the soul on napkins was given
Editors, zealots of the pen?
Have you hoped for God's will?
And in the fall with leaves flew into the light?
And you blessed your share,
When love will betray
And no more hope?
And you humbled strict pride,
Trying to overcome your paths?
And you loved so much that even the name
Was it painful for you to say out loud?
And if you are even a little familiar
Bugs ripple my crazy hands
That, then, is for you, and not for another,
I wrote all my poems.
* * *
In the mountains, on a cliff, dreaming of wilderness,
Sat Cheating was thin and angry.
And beside the cherry sat Love
Dawn gold weaving in braids.
In the morning, picking fruits and roots,
They rested at the mountain lakes.
And forever led an endless debate -
With a smile, one and the other with contempt.
One said: - In the world we need
Fidelity, decency and cleanliness.
We should be bright, kind:
This is the beauty!
Another shouted: - Empty dreams!
But who will thank you for this?
Here, right, the bellies will tear from laughter
Even brainless fish!
One must live skillfully, cunningly and wisely,
Where - to be defenseless, where - to climb right through,
And I saw the joy - rip, do not yawn!
Take it! Let's figure it out later!
- And I do not agree to live unscrupulously.
Try to be honest and honestly love!
- To be honest? Green game! Nonsense!
Is there anything higher than the joy of sin ?!
Once they shouted like that
That a shaggy old man woke up in anger
Great Sorcerer, irritable grandfather,
He slept in a cave for three thousand years.
And the old man barked: - What kind of war is this ?!
I will show you how to wake the Sorcerer!
So, to end all your discord,
I will fuse you together for all time!
He grabbed Love with a witch's hand,
He grabbed Treason with the other hand
And threw them into a jug, green as the sea,
And then there is joy and sorrow,
And fidelity, and anger, kindness, and dope,
And the pure truth, and vile deception.
As soon as he put the jug on the fire,
Smoke soared over the forest like a black tent, -
Higher and higher, to the mountain peaks.
The old man looks at the jug curiously:
When everything is melted, it will be tormented,
What the hell is going to happen?
The jug is cooling. The experience is ready.
A crack ran along the bottom
Then it fell apart into a hundred pieces,
And ... a woman appeared ...
* * *
Do we love each other or not?
It seems: what doubt is there?
But why, looking for solutions,
Do we dive at midnight or dawn?
If we knew the most important postulate:
Feelings, though bad, even brilliant
Warm il furiously burning,
Anyway: they are being built and created.
Feelings can inspire starry
If they are stored, not tyrannized.
And, on the contrary: bitterly ruin,
If by all means hurt.
Can find and open
Everything, literally everything that brings us together.
And, on the contrary: since you do not trust,
You can pick sores,
Exactly everything that shares.
Now we have smiles, then torment,
That reproaches a chilling shower
That fusion of lips, and hands, and souls,
That feud is almost adoring.
That bliss intoxicates us
That heart we gnaw mercilessly
Showers of jealousy of phrases
But neither for a day nor for an hour
Still, we can’t part.
Who will help solve the secret:
Do we love each other or not?
* * *
I will drown in your eyes - Can I?
Indeed, in your eyes to drown is happiness!
I will come and say - Hello!
I love you very much - Difficult?
No, it’s not difficult, but difficult.
It is very difficult to love - Do you believe?
I’ll come to a steep cliff
I will fall - Will you have time to catch?
Well, if I leave - Will you write?
Only it’s hard for me without you!
I want to be with you - Do you hear?
Not a minute, not a month, but long
A very long time, all my life - Do you understand?
So together always - Do you want?
I'm afraid of an answer - You know?
You answer me, but only with your eyes.
You answer me with your eyes - Do you love?
If so, I promise you
That you will be the happiest.
If not, I beg you
Don’t stare with your eyes, don’t,
Do not pull after you into the pool,
But you remember me a little bit ...
I will love you - Can I?
Even if you can’t ... I will!
And I will always come to the rescue
If it will be difficult for you!
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Remember us while we are!
After all, we will do much more.
No one knows how long we will last
And now we are with you, next, here,
Who are we? In youth, soldiers.
Then - hard workers, modestly speaking.
But many festive dates
We entered on the calendar sheet.
We defeated the fiendish flame
And they lifted up the cities above the ashes.
Looks like we always be front-line soldiers
And in the days of war, and in peaceful years!
Recognized? No, it’s funny and nothing!
It would not have occurred to us.
When you go through the coolest
Then you spit on this mess.
What are the ranks, the delights of interjections!
Yes, we did not even know them.
It is important for us that you can find
All that we have achieved in hardship.
And in order to live a bright fate for you
And soar under the stars a hundred times higher -
Take all the good from us
And we will take the cons with us ...
We would be glad to talk with you forever,
But all the winds will once be carried away ...
Remember us while we're here
Then archives and flipping is not necessary!
When then, in distant years,
Memories fade threads
You go to the mirror then
And look at yourself carefully.
And from our mutual warmth
The world will flare up suddenly, excited and unsteady.
And we, through your stumbling traits,
We will smile with a friendly smile ...
* * *
Under a slide in a shady damp hollow
From a sleepy rivulet diagonally,
It’s as if pictures were taken from Shishkinskaya,
A small forest mumbles with foliage.
The barrel is ringing under a hazy veil,
And, looking at his stream from a height,
Maples are male shoulders
Proudly proud of his beauty!
And life is really good, they see:
The merry girlfriends are full of a hollow ...
Stretch the paw to the right - alder,
To the left you will extend a palm - an aspen.
Anyone just take on the shoulder.
And no offense, no contentious issues.
Whisper gently, nod hotly
And quietly snuggle her head submissive.
And above, over the cliff,
Targeting the sunny sky
Birch - as if flying forward,
Young, joyful and beautiful ...
Let there be more dryness and heat,
Let the January cold cheeks lick
But here bonfires blaze dawn
Here they gave the worlds more visible and audible,
Here winged thoughts and happiness are closer.
With a worthy one who will be forever near
She will share her life and her dream.
And down not to entice her with a sly look,
You just need to go up to her,
There, to a bright height!
* * *
Everything seemed to be done gloriously by me:
He finished all doubts at once.
I realized that you are not the main one:
Not love, but hobby
You, I believe, are not bad,
No game in you, no evil
Without expecting anything
She gave everything she could.
Only happiness is impossible
No swirling roads
It was all too easy
Too much was possible
But no storms and no worries ...
Apparently, there was a reason
That love didn’t burn with fire
And was not a vivid dream
And as simple as that mountain ash
In front of the window.
And I left on a blue evening
Believing in a distant star.
Let's hit the road! On the way, I will meet happiness
Here - wither away, abyss!
Everything seemed to be done right
He finished all doubts at once:
I realized that I left
Not love, but hobby.
So it will open soon
Far happy, new days.
The heart of the song will choke.
Years rush ... the road winds ...
Only the heart does not sing
Do not sing, even kill!
Only cold and cramped
It became my heart.
Everything seemed to be done honestly,
What is the matter - I do not understand!
Why, through kilometers,
Like in a blue fog.
I see a house more and more
A curtain swollen from the wind
And the mountain ash under the window ?!
* * *
Cupid sat under the sky on a rock,
Substituting the head and shoulders to the sun
And looking down to where on earth
Lived stupidly humanity.
Sometimes tired of drowsiness and boredom
And remembering urgent matters,
He took his bow into the divine hands,
And a sharp arrow flew down.
Where man is dear to man
There is no escape from Amur.
And two lovers striking in the heart,
The arrow of love gave them forever.
But if you admit to the end,
That was Cupid not very hardworking
And, fulfilling his duty, by the way,
Not too often hit the heart.
And since Amur did not leave laziness,
You don’t expect much in the world.
That's why there is so little love everywhere
And small ties - just a dime a dozen!
But fate didn’t want to forget us,
Not to be forever apart hearts for us,
And my heart through me like a bullfinch
The arrow, sparkling, once pierced.
And now the arrow is flying towards you,
There, where yours are knocking and beating.
Now she pierces through him,
And happiness will forever smile on us.
Take off to heaven, an unquenchable flame!
Now the music will be heard! And suddenly…
Some kind of strange, incomprehensible sound,
As if steel had hit a stone.
Oh my god, what is this ?!
Really the arrow did not find the purpose?
Alas. Find - of course I found
But the heart turned icy ...
Oh, how many deeds are subject to man:
Soar to an unearthly height
Penetrate into an atom, merge a river with a river
And create any beauty.
And yet all this is not a crown,
Even if he can do more,
But from a chill of icy hearts
Perhaps the devil himself will not help him!
* * *
Silent black bird
Spin the night outside the window.
Why can't you sleep?
What are you silent about? About what?
Sleepy quiet in the room
In the tap, the water fell asleep.
Your colorful dressing gown
Dozing on the back of a chair.
Hands so familiar
Such that at least scream! -
Today, almost weightless,
Stroking me in the night.
Touching you, breathing a little.
Oh my God, how thin!
There is no body left
Only one soul remained.
And you still smile
And in fear that I would not be sad
You’re trying to encourage me,
Whisper you're getting better
And you feel a lot of strength.
But I know, I know
No matter how tricky it is,
What a pain, this hydra is evil
Gnaws at you from the inside.
I drive your pain, conjure
And I catch every breath you take.
Mom is my saint
Beautiful gold
I love you terribly!
Let me warm you
My tiny
Stroking you, calm down
And I’ll sing a song for you.
Just like a little tired
In the south huge moon
In my childhood, it happened
You once sang to me ...
Let the disease be stubborn three times
We will stand this fight.
Sleep my good mother
I am here, I am always with you.
How everything blooms in May
And ripening ovary in flowers
So your life goes on
In your beautiful affairs.
And the children will laugh
And a star will burn
And you will live in the world
And joyfully, and always!
* * *
- What is the meaning of your life? - I was asked. -
Where do you see your happiness, say?
“In battles,” I answered, “against rot.”
And in fights, - I added, - against a lie!
In my opinion, in every earthly vice,
Let it be this way or that, but lies a lie.
In everything that is shameless and cruel,
She certainly shines like a knife.
After all, everything that a person is tormented by
All the meanness of the world, like floors,
Always awesomely towering
On the general foundation of eternal lies.
And in that I see my purpose
To fight with her every verse
Fighting with cynicism barbed ice,
With betrayal, arrogance, black evil,
With all that I hate to fury!
I also want my string
Could b, opening dull ears,
Dry planes like planers
Before life, to a tiny sprout!
There are people who, believing in an empty fog,
Dreaming that happiness is easy and fun
He sat next to them and his legs hung:
Like, here I am, take it and put it in your pocket!
Oh, if they knew the happiness is completely different:
When, suffocating from a height,
You can suddenly give to people sometimes
Something excited like that
What is fused and labor, and your dreams!
There is happiness also when on the road
You can be in trouble like in winter in a river
To the rescue rush to the person,
Shoulder him and save.
And that is my faith and my life.
And, in the rumble of fleeting time,
I’ll add openly and without melting,
I'm happy still in this world
From female love and warmth of heart ...
Fighting, not philosophizing empty-handed,
Putting your whole heart and soul in a line,
I am full of love for all living things:
To the sun, trees, to any puppy,
To the bird and to every burdock!
Believing neither evil nor flattering judges
I always believed only in my people.
And, happy at the thought that people need,
Spit on the snowstorms and went forward.
From grief - to victories, through all stages!
And if you flew with steepness sometimes,
That fell like a leopard on four legs
And again he got up and threw himself into battle.
Here is what I live and what I own:
Love, hate, fight, joke.
And I don’t know how to live differently,
And of course I don’t want to!
* * *
Yes, the naked king was always ridiculous
Then only that outfits were the norm.
And be our norm nudity -
Clothes would make you laugh until you drop.
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