SUCH DIFFERENT VERSES of
A after fall there will be a winter.
I so endlessly … the Nature is similar till the end of time
to human life,
Where the old age covers houses at the end …
A after snow heat will come.
the Nature is similar to human life …
turn years as on fires the disco … But shines with
hope to whom - that to spite …
to V. S. BASARAB.
It is necessary to feel and see the wood …
I miracles will recover in it.
A indifference to offend -
As tears on foliage - dew …
Dense branches of
over you Always as hands in hot day …
the Stream Will add with cool
water this shadow at once.
Yes! The wood for all - the live fairy tale,
Where you will touch everything.
Is eternity there, the good and caress,
Are similar probably human … to
of Russia ancient centuries...
of Board streets stratification.
Laid down in the chronicle a line -
I we from far away see
of Far wars a devastation …
the imperial yards Changed,
Grew old customs and ceremonies …
Crumbled, sheets burst.
I people knew that a row
you go with history also you …
FROM YOUTH …
to Vasily Stefanovich BASARAB.
Me eighteen …
It Kohl is not enough … to compare
to time me.
I is a lot of … Because more to
importance of this day became clear to
Me eighteen …
Heart were excited with
by All difficulty me the chosen roads. I know
Ya - time to work came
I there came for all decisions term.
Me eighteen … I Became one year more senior than
All past as though in a children`s dream …
Still yesterday I was a teenager, the boy …
And today -
Eighteen to me.
The MOUNTAIN RIVER
River originates from a stream …
She runs as though a pack of wolves. without knowing
Neither stops, nor barriers.
On hillsides without restraint growling …
the River originates from a rain …
which fill ravines.
I of this, the
moisture coming from the sky the Dawn washed, in a haze ascending … the River takes
a source from far away …
Rushes in a thunder of a rough stream.
I in each drop the sun zlatooko
Looks at the world having blinked the eyes slightly …
the LETTER IN the PAST.
Hi grandfather! You watch
from a portrait -
Changed the grandson for so many years? Just the thunder-storm closed
On glass went down a drop a trace. Look at
Today, as before
the Youth makes history.
Though does not rave the song about hope -
white speaks About hummocks.
Argues and dreams till the dawn
I without caps goes to cold weather. You nod
- means was this
I in your far years...
The person … pleasure and care was born
I S. L.
of the Diaper endlessly.
Was born the person …
Came to the earth who - that …
What destinies at this lad.
The person was born … watches
I being surprised to
On the first blizzard
flying in a window … the person Was born …
I mother smiling to
Looks as the cam is squeezed by it in a dream.