But all the same wonderful world of the glass.
The window itself will not open.
And the butterfly prefers to fall afterwards,
Now continues to fight!
Poplar
He was tall and slim and powerful.
Dropped foliage in the fall at times.
The spring ray caressed him warmly.
In winter, the crown was covered with snow.
He was a lighthouse in the distance.
As an obelisk was visible a mile away from the village.
And, flying past, cranes:
Kurly! Kurly! Shouted in his honor.
Sometimes we boast with childish pride:
A hundred years to him! And it will be a hundred to stand!
But a pile of firewood suddenly appeared.
And where is the poplar?! Children do not understand.
Early Autumn
Amber spilled over the foliage,
The trunks of the oak forests are blacker.
Transparent air. In the blue
The forest appears, and the distance is more visible.
And the yellow leaf trembles in the branches.
A gray crown, freezings birds.
Crown of trees covered frost.
Will warm, when spring comes.
The call sign with the name Romantic
The girl with beautiful eyes.
Looks from the depths of worlds.
Searches in the of a call sign at night,
Ray of his at the name Romantic.
There in the conglomerates, the placers of galaxies,
Where is this Earth there?
A call sign named Romantic,
Radio wave bears call
He lives there with blue eyes,
What looks to the height with hope?
In search of a constellation, in the evenings,
Sends you Earthly silence.
The smell of honey herbs spring,
Light wind kiss,
The leaves of the Earths forests in autumn,
And a wreath of rainy summer jets.
Olessya
Like a rare fairy tale, Olessya!
Sounds above the river, Olessya!
And in the sounds of the mysterious forest
I hear the name, Olessya.
In the singing brook is given.
And a song pours over the lake.
Over green grass and foliage:
Stay, stay with me
Olessya, Olessya, Olessya,
You look like violets of the forest
A bottomless resinous river
Hair waterfall veil
Falls on girlish shoulders,
Coquettish bang splashes
And covers his forehead with him.
Stay, stay with me
I hear in the sounds of spring
And the birds are spread by singing:
Olessya, Olessya, Olessya.
Like a fairy tale, like a miracle, like a song
To climb a frosty strand
A frosty strand
Early Autumn gray.
Memories, lake surface,
Spring comes up to me.
I look into her blue eyes
On a colorful wreath of hair.
Nightingales see nights
Among the interwoven heavy braids.
And whitens frosty strand
Memory of the night, farewell to that.
Floating above the dark surface
In the hair, gray strands.
Paradise
I love those drunk nights,
What is inhale with the aroma of silence.
And the grass in the meadows is thick,
And on the lake reeds.
Everything is familiar in the home side,
There the singing spring is noisy.
Then you went down the path
The look me, as now, beckons.
I forget you, you know, not in power,
Blue eyed tale me.
And the glade that I often see
There in our birch paradise.
I would forget this garden spring,
What do you remember with your color?
The roar of bees, the aroma of healing,
And your sparkling look.
I would forget this first autumn,
What broke my love.
Only memory has become gray,
I recognize you and myself in it paradise.
In a fit of a timid fairy tale Spring
Reddish groves of larches are empty.
And the voices of birds, migrants, choir
Sings. Trees listen naked
Spring a diverse voices bird.
Carpets, faded herbs dry
Spring laid a field and meadows.
And the sky looks with puddles blue eyes
On the gray hills of haystacks.
Clear air with smoky distances
With an invigorating freshness his drunk.
And strokes cheeks with gentle palms
And behind him in the trail beckons me.
And you go by the hand with the wind,
Inhaling the delicate scent of Spring.
And the world seems even more beautiful
In a fit of a timid fairy tale Spring.
Spring motifs
Cheerful rain pours warm
Runs in a stream, a water call.
And the cloud, the tambourine beats,
And him a shadow runs, plays the ground.
A wreath in the sky with a rainbow blooms,
Weave ribbon-lightning into braids.
And the wind sings a May song,
In the orchestra here, spring melodies.
Spring, as if the girl is leading her
On marital dance with thunder.
The earth gives flowers in dowry,
And the sky gives the rainbow color.
Three poplars
Three poplars stood by the road
With a branchy crown, noisy foliage.
Dressed in green, clothes toga,
They were the guardians of the village in the spring.
Mats the sun with the first rays
Crowns welcoming sunrise.
And Morning hugged branches-hands
Notifying people of the day coming.
But to stand under the power of a hurricane
Not destined to mighty poplars!
That, lonely, at the road mound,
Birch sadly told people.
I do not understand you
I do not understand you.
My love words are empty to you.
But I have no control over myself,
And forget the familiar features.
Forget your familiar eyes.
Weeping willow hair.
And the purity of the diamond,
Hot drops of your tears.
Forget the warmth of a caressing hand.
And the whiteness of a tender smile
And peach fluff cheeks,
And curls on the forehead negligent.
Forget you forget the Spring.
And the smell of grass in the flowering summer.
But, feelings, surging wave,
I cannot forget, in a fit of light!
I will not forget
Hoping you wait,
What I will come to you,
What you tight hug,
And I will be happy.
But in vain do not cry,
Quiet in the bed sheet,
You will listen to night
Voice of vernal drops.
I wont sing for you
I will not warm myself.
After all, my love is
I will not forget with you.
I will not forget an hour
Kiss hot.
Sheltered the night to us
Month the watchman was us.
Morning summer dawn
The sun poured us.
The day shone with warmth.
Quickly dried dew.
The sun poured us.
The day shone with warmth.
Intoxicated with beauty
Girl soft hair.
Autumn is drizzling
Autumn is drizzling
Small shot of rain.
In the puddles leaves warm,
In the gloom Sun.
The branches are bare stretch,
Wet five
Trying to grab
In the puddle the ray is golden.
But, in vain try
Jump into the cold water.
Scooped and deceived
No lively warmth.
And there are sad
Groves in a wet swell.
To the sky pulled away
Crowns of passionate pleading.
Sect larch slender
The trees will sing.
In the jets of the wind submissive
The sun will call in vain.
Will not warm autumn
By its gentle ray.
Only the spring sun
The cold will be driven away by.
Blizzard snowstorm
Move back to the snow.
Spring will let the outskirts of
Walk through the meadows.
Twisted fingers twigs
Will put foliage.
Puddles of mirror-saucer
Decorate yourself.
Star of Love
The sky is smoked by fog
Bright day veiled swarthy.
And the wound becomes sharper
Disturbed feelings of relatives.
Heart pain shrinks steeper,
And sad in half with the rain.
Remembering your singing voice,
Dissolved look in my heart.
We walk through the dairy garden
In the buzz of bees, in honey bloom.
The world has disappeared, only you are near
In the universe with you flying.
Here the space is wide open
Myriads of stars gives us:
Choose any! Us!
The one that burns brighter than the others!
We are flying in a petal blizzard,
Driving, glowing beam.
And we take it in warm hands,
Wearing on the edge of clouds.
Light white, stars rays,
Dazzle herbs flowers.
Small clouds, curly herd,
Steeped on the distillation.
And today remembering Spring,
I look at our Star,
But, in the gloomy sky of the region,
A cloud of darkness drew a line.
I want to create portraits
I want to create portraits.
To write portraits of pretty women.
To speak colors,
Shades, complementing tenderness.
To lines of bright beauty
Say beautiful: You are beautiful!
For each face feature.
To write portraits the beauties of the world!
My heart
I take care of you