I see mountains of green beauty

I see mountains of green beauty.

Motley wild rose bushes,

He broke the tent under the height,

And the blackthorn has grown nearby.

Crevice notch wrinkles,

Gorges mountain blue.

Weave the face of gray peaks

In the elemental current of anger.

In the unrestrained snatch of the swamps.

And in the explosion cataclysm,

Formed a chain of vertices

And the clouds above them are mane.

Shining hats of snow,

The magnificence of the rock,

Ridge above the steeper shores

In a smile, escallop shines.

Here the sea is splashing at the feet

Gray ancient Caucasus.

Here a threshold for himself he created

At the entrance to the harbor immediately.

And the approaches to the steep mountains

For power hid the boulders.

They, going down to the shores,

Bite the sea swell.

As a guard stands gray Caucasus

The tops of the sky ripen.

Legends of the Highlanders, an ancient tale,

Over the sea, the songs legends sing.

We agree on the views

We agree on the views,

You are sixteen, you are in a hurry to become an adult.

And I’m in my thirties, with a gray near.

Me, girl, young.

With a sly look cast carelessly

Meet my tired look.

And next, matured, it is important

You say to me: – Hello! – And I’m glad.

As alms, I did not expect a smile,

And I did not catch a glimpse.

But suddenly yours are like petals of a sponge

With me everywhere, and I’m glad.

And I meet again with a smile,

And, “Hello!” – Tell me the same as yesterday,

And I am ready to call you a dove,

You, that my youth has saved.

Kiev Sea

Clouds roam over the plain of the Sea,

In the wild wickedness, Waves argue with the Wind,

Float rises higher

Play with a cloud in the sky, but do not hear

Clouds Waves stubborn aspiration.

Only see the evil unrest.

Tired of the Sea of Waves.

Anger turned here into a kiss.

Love poured along the banks.

Humbled their argument here and there.

The Golden Sun shone,

Smiled Sea Sky is blue.

I ran after the sun

Behind the Sun, I ran:

– Stop! – screamed.

But time is not to curb.

Sun began to run away.

I grabbed a ray of gold,

I shout to him: – Wait! Wait!

Stop and rest!

And the heat you sweep away!

But continuing your flight,

Said the Sun, in turn:

– I’ll stay and then

There will never be morning.

The night will be replaced by darkness.

And forever, forever will be so!

– Oh, the Sun, keep flying!

May the sunrise be yours!

And in the afternoon, shining flames!

Warm up your people!

Cheer up the evenings

And do not forget to return, during!

Stranger

The girl in love with the movement.

Girl with speed on “Thou”…

Girl inspired.

Not bright, cute beauty.

Gave me a smile at the meeting

How to give people the beauty of flowers?

And I saw her sharper,

In that smile, your features.

In the eyes of sparkle, femininity tender,

Like the glare of sunlight,

Shimmered before in the waters,

In the pools ow of eyes now.

And lips, flower poppy,

On the stem of the mill thin,

A petal burned in a smile

And in laughter he gave a bell.

And in the ashes with gold hair

He burned down and wilted.

And then her voice spilled,

As if suddenly the spring started to sing.

She told me: – Movement

And the speed with speed I love!

And I catch, only that moment,

And fiddling imagination.

And our conversation flew on the wings,

On the speeds of motion beauty.

What used to be sung in bigly,

Space sees the height.

And Speed, arguing with the girl in flight,

Her up to blue height lifted,

She told me: – There is something in it,

She could fly, becoming a pilot.

But the voice of stupid speed, not hearing,

I am fascinated by the beauty of maiden,

What raised us higher and higher

Already soared with you, as extraterrestrial.

The space parted before us.

Imagination suffered ship.

And the stars, the myriad points, themselves,

Rush towards, like the Crab Nebula.

Suddenly the stars turned into a day.

The ship bus became usual.

Noisy behind the glass of trees canopy.

And I called the movement of the heart.

But all in vain. We sailed to the city,

Work waited for us and life.

And the whole day, I felt like hunger

In the space of the stellar movement of the stench.

Her, that gave me a smile.

Her in love with flying.

And figure her is like a flexible floret,

And the voice that sings in me.

A meeting

At the tram stop

I met with you.

In a new denim dress

In a mini-skirt blue.

You’re alone, and a number of people

You look into the rails of the canvas.

Here the tram, there further, goes,

Here in the crowd, you are not visible.

And fearing that I will lose

So, my favorite.

I run and glance,

And, having found, I sing in my heart.

– Is that you? Nadia, hello!

How are you? And how do you live?

– Not really, you know.

I knew you would find it me!

– Can together, are you far?

– Not! I’m married already…

It broke off, something bending,

The heart sank in the shower.

Loneliness

Like ringing funeral scary.

As the crypt cools the imagination.

And even say no sin

You’re lonely, no regrets.

I would run to the galleys in chains,

The whip of the slave driver,

I would love to take blows

For a friend, at the deserted coast.

But no, I’m alone without friends in this life.

Drag existence somehow.

Although I have, maybe something extra,

But all this is so outwardly.

In the soul of desolation and loss

Those days that went through together,

With you that was once,

Now in heart you live mine.

I wrote a portrait with Muses

I wrote a portrait with the Muses visible,

The lines went flat and the syllable.

As if I’d met my beloved,

With waterfall curls hair.

Trembled and smell like flowering,

As a motive lays down my syllable.

He is in your eyes. In the spring

Reflected in drops b could.

No, these poems are few, few.

Need to portrait thee write.

To make the lines more beautiful

Rainbow colors them to find…

A phrase out of place

Old Phrase meaning is simple,

Sometime, with someone very famous,

She fluttered a simple bird

From the cell of words, it is open.

Then in the space of phrases

She was relevant and needed.

And soon to the heights of dreams

From easy to famous ascended.

So became the phrase that winged.

But soon tired of everything.

And suddenly disappeared from the mouth somewhere.

Where? In a book at all?

But our Phrase wants to rotate

In the circle of modern winged phrases.

Out of place with the mouth to break,

Among not relevant phrases.

All went passed by

Thou passed by,

Did not notice again.

Looking, as razor,

As sharp word.

Maybe thou would come to life,

In my fairy tale true.

What was once,

What has become covered with dust.

Dust of ardent hope;

Meet us with you,

So, my love, all,

All went passed by…

Ode to first love

I loved you,

Thou first love.

As if the world has opened,

Beautiful love with his thou loved.

From the first early spring

You with a dream, with a dream,

As with you,

I met with a vision.

With that lively beauty,

What gives us a Spring.

With a sweet, tender dream

In the passion, of passion, passion.

The evening has come again

Silence enveloped.

In the sounds of the voice came to life

Your voice of love.

The river he splashed.

Purred a trickle.

I, as if all was waiting

Since cute meeting secretly.

And set off to look

The voice is quiet and sad.

Timidly wait at dusk

Listen to the rustle of mystery.

Twilight generously gave

Stars sky, to dream.

And treated me

Moon ray sighted.

And I found love

In the lunar white decoration.

And not for good reason went to the call

With the Moon Beam we can see each other.

But she did not call,

But she did not come.

Only myth it was.

In life has become different.

On the sandy shore

On the sandy shore,

By the river, on the tubercle.

I am the watchman, and hold fugitives

On a silver chain.

And the fugitive is Thought

And the chain – the thoughts in the syllable,

And sand is a syllable meaning,

Well, and the watchman, a drop in the sea.

Mermaid

I saw a slim Mermaid.

And for a long time admiring the beauty

Because of the bush, so as not to offend,

Her chiseled young nudity.

Eyes, the purest blue of heaven,

Pensively looked into the depths.

It seemed in a fairy tale I was in a wonderful country

What a pity that I am not attached to her.

And feeling a glance upon oneself,

She, worried, suddenly left.

Into the depths of the lake behind something

Diving like a fish, swam away.

Dialogue

“Do you believe in dreams?”

– Oh no! Sometimes, though

Dreams come to me

With you less and less.

As I would like

See them more often

What would be closer to you.

And feel in their arms

You live though.

– However, my dear, in life there is no me.

I live in dreams in love with you.

Finding a living, you love her,

How will you be happy to date me?!

I believe you will come

Come back to life.

You will lead me away into the world of myth

And sing live songs.

– I, my dear, will not come to life.

I will come to you in my dreams.

What are you striving for, there I go?

What in life should not come true!

Equilibrium

How I love the pigtail hair newness.

With a splash of the sea comparable eyes.

In the foam of the waves, I recognize turquoise,

In the play of light rays.

Everything is beautiful in you.

Proud to become.

And when you turn your face to me,

With the “request” the best for me to be.

But spite because fate gave me

Stupid role to play this life.

For the smallest offense, on the “block” chasing,

They only execute…

After all, lucky, there are some.

Average, so be it, others.

Still others fight heroes akin

And leaves, beating, the sick.

That’s the way the whole world is alive.

That successful scroll more often.

All are pop up Hero,

The one that beats for happiness…

Girl’s eyes

Two pools were looking at me,

As the sky gave blue.

And then rays went down,

Capturing sparkles.

And already eyes with sparkling light.

Warmth and beauty discovered.

So, in the spring with greetings,

I gave a smile to your eyes.

Autumn

Hung branches maple,

Burns like heat, foliage.

And arises before me,

Drops the rain slender ringing.

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