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Whether you love Feodosiya as I love it? (Short history of the city)

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in the south there is a wonderful country.

Tam of the mountain up aspire,

There the sun and the woods. Well, paradise!

I nothing to laugh.

There the bay is and there is a gulf.

washes the sea breg sandy There,

I the sun joyfully plays pranks,

Caressing fields. There and rain desired.

Then long ago, till Christ`s Christmas,

loaded vessels Went to a way from Miletus

Kind, Goods to sell

all over the world.

But having got lost in the Black Sea, Having passed

appear thunder-storms and appear a storm,

did not fall to Poseidon,

did not obey will of waves.

And at last it is Earth!

do not trust seamen.

“About gift of gods“ - shouts one.

End of a difficult way!

And as a sign of rescue they Here the city based

.

in honor of the termination of a way

gave the name to It.

The II

Feodosiya our nice!

the Small river Baybuga flows smooth.

of the Seagull shout pierced soul thin,

I merged words in a song ringing!

All the time goes, it has the course.

A history after it goes.

Came here to scurry about Romans of steel. Now Kaffoyu this city to call

.

Fortress was put. Still costs.

But went to centuries their Roman was.

As came the Ottoman - polkovod Pasha,

I brought Islam - prosper soul!

Quiet our town became the main port.

A the mosque in there distance is visible as a mirage.

Minarets up to the sun rose.

Small, but Istanbul, lives life!

III

I the osemnadtsaty century came then.

of Army Russians came on breg.

Having visited this finest hail,

the Empress of Russia left on a decline.

Life very quiet,

Ayvazovsky in pictures sung began to flow here.

I remained the maiden worthy,

Feodosiya which is modestly dressed.

But there passed only three decades.

As tranquility was gone also a trace.

Time heavy came to this region,

great inflicted the Evil.

She transferred difficulties, a grief,

Two wars, a heavy sea.

was not inclined to the enemy, to the adversary,

having Fully mourned loss.

The IV

Time of a wound treated, and the sea

Carried away concern and a grief.

Were dismissed gardens and avenues,

Squares and parks in the flowers having covered.

Sanatoria rose on a brega.

Again seagulls luxuriate in luxury. Touching

I smother as a thin string,

Shouted a dolphin, over there, under water:

“Feodosiya - god this!

to me native, my long-awaited!

Ya I love you as the baby mother!

Why I cannot embrace you?“