Larisa Rubalskaya verses 30 wonderful poems with meaning

Popular Larisa Rubalskaya poems about a woman

Not that she, not that
I will say exactly knowing the subject.
I melted in many arms
But there are no more like her.
In our life, where everything is for sale,
I can afford the price.
Immediately I don’t fall into it even -
What is she missing in me?
Pocket loaded
The outfit is ironed
And the head of ideas is full.
But she needs me
Like horseradish for dinner.
She doesn’t need my love.
I offer her whatever she wants -
To the Bahamas, to Paris, to the casino,
Give me the edge of the night
She does not want anyway.
I forgot what failures are
All mine are floors, garages.
But she ruined my holiday
Under the short name - Life!

* * *

Woman smokes on a bench
On a crowded street.
Everything is light for a woman.
The woman is not worried.
Everything happened in life
Do not burn eyes.
Life is not a tidbit
This is a drink with poisons.
In the blue ringlets of smoke
There is a secret sign -
Do not pass by!
Well at least do not rush like that!
Strange you passersby
Though broad-shouldered.
You will not help the woman
This moonless evening.
You would be hooked on a woman -
Smoke on a cigarette.
Maybe it would be easier for her
Throw out the memory of the heart.

* * *

Years go by, years go by
Jaw inserted, difficult to breathe.
I’ll look in the mirror - one bastard,
The neck is creased, the face is wrinkled.
I’ll buy shoes, a copy in the magazine,
I can’t wear - flat feet,
In the distance I don’t see, near as armless,
Farsighted or nearsighted.
And the rumor got a little lower
They’ll send them away, I’ll go closer.
Pushkin sang to us very hard:
Love for all ages,
Like, and in old age there is power to love.
But I’ll tell you, it wasn’t there!
I want to flirt eyes on the floor,
And I climb into my purse, where is the validol.
I want to rush into the arms of a man
Yes, glasses on the bridge of the nose interfere.
And the memory has become poor quality -
Why lay down to him, forgot completely.
One consolation is with me everywhere.
I'm worse than I was, but better than I will!

* * *

I am so different -
Now capricious, then beautiful,
That monster is dumbfounded
That beauty is Miss Universe,
Now complaisant, then with character,
I’m silent, I swear obscenely,
then in burning huts on a horse,
I desperately demand help
slam the door - I’ll put all the dots
then fondling a fluffy lump,
I love and hate right away
I'm afraid of heights, but on the roof
I go out for a night out
then wife, then exemplary daughter,
I laugh, I sob the beluga
now I reconcile, then I swear with my friend.
I’m not sick, not a crack in my psyche ...
I'm just a 100% WOMAN !!

* * *

Oh madame! You should be happy
Surprised and tender
Serene, free, beautiful,
You are not aware of laziness and peace.
Inspired by a beautiful dream
Forgotten sorrow and pain
With a loving heart, in a word, with a soul,
Well, and tears ... it's only salt.
To live freshly is also not a joy,
And there are no sugar days
What is needed - a trifle, a drop, a little,
Let the lights burn in your eyes!
To lips whisper timidly,
To pound hearts in unison
You can even have a little sadness
Only that there was reason in sorrow.
So that the rains go around
To play the wind in my hair
To a crystal and fine thread
A dew fell on your shoulders.
Big trees grew
A lot of water flowed away
And the eyes remained so
And high was the sky arch ...

* * *

I didn’t see her in the dark right away
Verney, I didn’t see, but simply sensed.
Two fiery eyes looked invitingly,
And I immediately realized what I want.
African passions
Hotter than the fire.
African passions
They burned me.
Kissing, conjuring,
Conjured, kissing
Queen of spades black suit
My African.
Hip bends and knee roundness,
Finger-compliant coffee skin.
And I was a hostage to sweet captivity
And the will was impossible for me.
Bracelets rang on thin wrists
When she said goodbye to me in the morning.
And in the burning eyes of a golden color
Tear not spilled tenderness splashed.

* * *

The woman in the new is a raincoat.
She has no one at all.
Daughter lives separately, married,
And mother has now become unnecessary to her.
Woman bought a raincoat dear -
Maybe look one or the other?
Well, a young woman is hardly suitable for her,
But a middle-aged woman is also suitable for her.
A woman is forty, but they cannot be given to her.
She still wants to love and suffer.
She’s still a girl in the shower,
And it's not just about the cloak.
She forgot the sad past
And he really hopes for good.
Here the other day Mercedes drove up,
True, he asked for the road and disappeared.
But could you ask someone else?
And the woman connected this with a cloak.
A woman looks in glass shop windows.
Well, another evening is over alone
And there are no options, even cry
In vain were hopes for a cloak.
Home alone will return again
He will drink tea and go to bed.
A meteodictor, a funny person,
He’ll say it’s snowing in the city tomorrow
And the temperature is minus
And who puts on in such a raincoat?
And the woman will put on a coat in the morning.
It’s not bad. But still not that.
And the cloak will hang in the closet for the winter,
But sometimes it will get it.
And to think that spring will come again
And she won’t be alone all the time.
And someone will one day notice the cloak,
And the Mendelssohn march will sound.
They will watch telly together.
Oh, how she doesn’t want to grow old!
To go, well, to my married daughter for a visit,
Give her a coat. Young, let it wear ...

* * *

I am thirty years old and not married.
As they say, not the first freshness.
And in the heart of feelings such deposits
Such a supply of love and tenderness!
My wealth unspent
So I want to share with someone.
“Yes, the crown of celibacy is upon you,”
A squabble neighbor told me.
Silent would be better grymsa old
Yes, it would help me deal with this.
Everyone says I'm a stately girl
And not bad, though not beautiful.
How delicious I make the jam
How I fry chickens with a golden brown!
And who would make me an offer,
I wouldn’t regret it at all!
Then came one tipsy.
Wife with children sent to his mother.
He sat for an hour, spilling my soul
Then he left. The tablecloth road.
And soon the holidays will roll up.
I’ll go to girlfriends for a bachelorette party.
Yesterday I bought a dress for myself.
Not expensive, but decent.
Put on the lacquer boats
I’ll enter the subway like a fashion model.
Then with the girls, under the vodka,
Perhaps happiness will seem to us.
On the collar dress in white lace
And in him I am so beautiful!
Girlfriends both, even married
But, in general, also unhappy.
Their husbands are rare guests in the house.
One is a sailor. Everything is floating somewhere.
Another meets with a neighbor.
But there are children, and this is the main thing.

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Let the years fly like swallows.
Depends woman's age on the spirit.
You can be young and at fifty.
And you can live at twenty, like an old woman !!!

* * *

Maybe I'm not smart, maybe I'm wrong
Maybe you don’t understand me at all ...
I live like flowers, I breathe like grass
I sound in an endless jubilant note.
I can read between phrases, between lines,
I can be calm, and wise, and gentle ...
Look at me: I'm just a flower
For whom the sun is more important than hope.
Open the petals, inhale the warm air,
Let every ray of sunshine directly into the soul,
As an inconceivable gift to accept a new day ...
Just live ... I do not know what could be better.

* * *

I’m lucky: I’m not one of those
Who cannot stand the joys of others,
To whom the success of others is unbearable,
Who asks only happiness from God.
I don't need yachts or a house
Neither gold, nor fur coats, nor diamonds.
What I want - I’ll achieve everything myself,
How much strength, mind, talent.
I do not envy any bright beauty
(This is not happiness - a well-known postulate)
Neither fame nor bohemian fuss.
I am satisfied with my fate and place.
And yet I lie to myself
I know this vile feeling:
I envy the woman alone
That meets you every day at home ...

* * *

In this world tiny and wobbly,
While the sun will shine for us
The woman will remain a mystery
That no one can solve.
What is female creation?
There is much more to say.
Just what a toast without wishes?
One must still wish something.
I wish you to come true
The most cherished dreams.
To keep you smiling all the time.
After all, a smile is a sign of beauty.
I want troubles and sorrows
Never visited you.
So you don’t forget your friends,
And friends did not forget you.
I wish your children
Only joy brought to the house
So that the day is forever bright for you,
And success accompanied in everything.
May grief and bad weather disappear.
Let all troubles be behind.
And may the sea of ​​joy and happiness
Life will turn a simple fairy tale.
Let men lie at your feet
Substituting a strong shoulder!
Be happy, beautiful and loved!
Do you need anything else?

* * *

You, my love, are not my first.
How many, I did not keep the score.
The past took off a gray bird
Two wings flinched farewell.
You crossed out the past from life,
Confused dates and names
And in the glasses splashed gold
Strong evening wine ...
How tense nerves buzz.
Touch me and calm down.
You, my love, are not my first
You are the one, the only one.

* * *

I like to dream to the sound of rain
Look at the drops on the glass
I like to be inside myself ...
To a cup of coffee on the table.
I'll climb under the warm blanket
I'll curl up and see
I will pay off the light in the kitchen
And hide in the dusk from worries.
I feel soft and warm inside
Fluffy and not damp at all,
In the subtropics of my love
Far from the drowning world.
It dawned outside the window,
And nine points on a scale of inclement weather,
I'm inside and I'm warm
I'm like in the sink of happiness
My funny little world is cozy
I want to share it with you
And if you're completely wet
Knock! And I will always open!

* * *

The night fell to the ground in fog
Day closed his door to the bolt.
Diana goes hunting -
The daughter of mysterious wild forests.
Places snares and traps,
Different lions fall into them.
You don’t know anything, Diana,
About my hopeless love.
Diana, Diana,
And I, oddly enough,
Got on your net, Diana.
Not the first, not the third
Your nets are full
And that's sad, Diana.
Diana, Diana,
Bloody wound
In my poor heart oozing.
Diana, Diana,
You are fickle.
It could have happened.
Diana’s look is more dangerous than a trap,
He shoots more accurately than a gun.
You don't know, goddess Diana,
That hurt my heart.
All your frantic arrows
I'm getting stuck in my chest.
But hunting is not a woman’s business,
Have you ever come unarmed.
And something suddenly happened today,
And Diana said, yawning:
"Reluctance to go hunting,
I’m probably taking a little rest. ”
Moving TV to the sofa
And buried in a bunch of flowers
You cried, goddess Diana,
Watching a movie about someone else's love.

* * *

To that town under the sunshine
I was accidentally abandoned by fate.
Love with the honey name of Lyuban,
We first met here with you.
Do you remember Lyuban that night at the pier
Where was the kiss hotter than fire
Where our boat was not blown by the wind
And where did you later stop loving me.
I did not know that the taste of treason is so bitter.
He lived simply, without suffering, not loving.
There have been changes in my soul
When, Lyuban, I met you.
Do you remember Lyuban that night at the pier
Where was the kiss hotter than fire
Where our boat was not blown by the wind
And where did you later stop loving me.
I will always remember these dates
I will remember these two short days.
One - when you came to me forever,
Another - when she disappeared from me.

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How charming your curls are,
How nice the face is the frustrated oval.
You never kissed anyone
I was one of those who kissed you then.
In the afternoon garden
Buzzing bumblebee
Frozen July in melancholy
In the afternoon garden.
Not knowing that I will come
Monogram Drawings
You are a branch in the sand
Not knowing that I will come.
Like a frightened butterfly fluttered
Dark eyebrows over a pair of gray eyes.
You never deceived anyone
I was one of those who would later deceive you.

* * *

Oh madame! You should be happy
Surprised and tender
Serene, free, beautiful,
You are not aware of laziness and peace.
Inspired by a beautiful dream
Forgotten sorrow and pain
With a loving heart, in a word, with a soul,
Well, and tears ... it's only salt.
To live freshly is also not a joy,
And there are no sugar days
What is needed - a trifle, a drop, a little,
Let the lights burn in your eyes!
To lips whisper timidly,
To pound hearts in unison
You can even have a little sadness
Only that there was reason in sorrow.
So that the rains go around
To play the wind in my hair
To a crystal and fine thread
A dew fell on your shoulders.
Big trees grew
A lot of water flowed away
And the eyes remained so
And high was the sky arch ...

* * *

Wasps circled the porch all day
As I could, I fought off wasps.
They say that you, my beloved, left me
But no one has ever seen my tears.
The swan is overgrown with a path for you
I don’t remember the quinoa under my feet.
Let there be only a little happiness with you,
But separation is also not a problem.
Don’t tear your shirt on your chest
Changed, so do not be angry with your soul.
Go away and love your Natasha
I can somehow manage without your love.
A heavy stone lurked in my soul
Doesn't let guys look at others.
So I’ll take it and paint like Natasha,
Then we’ll figure out who is more important.
You yourself rolled a stone into my soul
So why, as before, look into my eyes?
I want for all my suffering
A wasp stings you more painfully!

* * *

What a luxury to be out of fashion
And live without looking at anyone
And dress for the weather
Not for the sake of the looks of the oncoming uncles.
To be known not to be afraid of a fool
Do not add platform growth,
Do not fit your figure
Under "sixty" and "ninety."
Have fun and be self-righteous
Yawning, if it gets too boring.
What a luxury it’s not to be fashionable
And to be yourself - piece.

* * *

Who said love is young only
Who said dawn is for them.
Why are there so many for them?
And for those who are for ... really not.
So what that whiskey turned white
Well, let the wrinkles in the eyes.
We haven't sung the last songs yet
They have not yet been stacked for us.
Well, let the golden autumn
And the foliage has already flown away
And love will come and not ask
As always, she will be right.
Burning in the chest, like vodka with pepper,
From love belated big.
Young ones love with their hearts
Well, and those who are for ... - soul.

* * *

Don’t ask me about age
He did not coincide with the state of mind.
Don’t embellish me with compliments,
Take your time do not rush.
I have not yet met all the sunrises
And not all the sunsets found
I did not answer the main questions -
How lived and happy was she?
Don’t ask me about age ...
In the past, leaving all their mirages,
I pushed off from the shore of yesterday
To whirl in a whirlwind of waltz.
In my dreams I fly to the stars
I believe in the sincerity of friends
And I hope it's not too late
I trust your love ...

* * *

Our souls will not touch the cold
Our night does not get colder.
Who said there are laws in love
He knows nothing about her.
For love we sneak like thieves.
To whom are we guilty, tell me?
Our night quenches all talk
And lies a star on a pillow.
You will breathe a light cloud of steam
On a window frozen by night.
We really are not a couple with you
Love has turned us into one.

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Autumn burned down again
On the threshold of a cold winter.
They say we're not a couple
And we cannot be happy.
Talk with a shrug
Maybe everyone who wants, anyone,
But how sweet we are together at night
Only we understand with you.
Who says there are laws in love
And that fate has rules
He didn’t know our sleepless night,
The one we never loved.
Our souls will not touch the cold
Our night does not get colder.
Who said there are laws in love
He knows nothing about her.

* * *

Do not order fate, do not order
What should have come true came true
And you won’t tell with words,
What I had a chance to live in life.
What I dreamed of in my youth nights
What I dream at night now
Why is it cheerful and sad -
This is a sad and long story.
I'm flipping through the old page
Everything there is friendship, loss, love.
Do not stay those days, do not forget
Do not return to the past again.
May the wind of hair not ruffle me
And my toast is serious for health,
Life before the deadline won't fold my wings
And before the deadline, as before the stars.

* * *

And I look less and less in the mirror.
There is no reason, but just in case.
I would have abandoned you, but I understood
It’s not sweet with you, it’s no better without you.
I hear conversations behind me
But what to do? There is no turning back time.
And I'm running the finish line
But I know for sure - you are my finish.

* * *

Get a dog
And go for a walk with her.
Pooch or poodle -
Any will do.
A place for walking -
That quiet side street
Where does the window go
Where does your pain live
And the whole illness will pass!

* * *

I do not want to grow old, I do not want!
They say that I look great ...
I can still do this
What not every young one can stand!
I can come up with this,
What others just ... envy me!
Youth faded in eternal debt -
What have I seen in her, apart from modesty?
In addition to complexes - to wear ??
Well, what were our dresses ...
I do not want and will not grow old!
So-so, I have indicated in fate!
I'll take a look at myself - good!
Three wrinkles - think hard!
Young voice, beauty-soul,
Well, in the mirror ... eternal nonsense!
Granddaughter - Sweetheart is walking nearby ...
Strangers think - mom - me!
... A move is inevitable at the time!
I will not grow old! I'm stubborn!

* * *

I live perfectly alone
Everything is normal in personal life,
And almost no regrets
That I am not your wife.
I have my own concerns
I pay only on Saturdays.
And on Sundays.
And also, when alone.

* * *

Again in the garden, clusters grow red
As befits September.
You were my short-lived guest
But I thank fate.
We were both not free
And there is no one to blame.
And not bound us for years
Fate is a tangled thread.
From that far night of ours
You haven't gotten older
Though the eyes look more serious
A trace of sadness in a smile.
From that far night of ours
you have not changed much
At least a hundred winters passed frosty
And a hundred sad, long years.
Flying lightning flashed
She took off and burned
No, fate didn’t deceive us,
She just divorced us.
But everything always goes in a circle
How destiny is destined.
And not free from each other,
All these years we are with you.