Зиновья Душкова
Песнь. Song
Celebration
Celebration of the holy day today,
And tomorrow will be clear again.
We can see the Sun in the sky, and know
We’ll have been to see one again tomorrow.
Where begins this life, its indication.
When with me begins communication, —
Ask myself. And when beginner letter,
First time is written on my planet?
I don’t know. But I can ask of the Sun
When did it arise in the sky? And
Behind the stars it is leaving
At some time follows so reddening.
At some time in the sky it is too dark,
When goes the Sun in evening back.
Because it must be everywhere
Where are waiting people with holy will.
Welcome my Sun every time,
And spill the light on every one.
I do know, you can make all people
More fine and sincere.
Good it is when you are in the sky
You don’t sleep at any time
And never I’ll say “good bye”!
I see
I see it is the only day today,
When can I do another will.
I make some time together
With the Sun a little warmer weather.
I think it is very good, when one
Has many friends, but prefer the Sun.
I don’t know where is the man
Who understands where the Sun does run.
Remember anybody, soon
They will be opening with moon
Their secret. Answer they with pleasure
To the question of the people and my star-gazing.
When did you go to little find?
I’ll be very glad to see in the night.
Where have you the bed and house,
Behind the planet does live my Sun?
I know so many stars
Live in the dark sky and away run
Early in the morning. Where are they going
To sleep and where are the rest moving.
I see in the sky so much light,
And see it’s their light flat, —
There is nothing from skyscrapers.
My friends
I thank a lot, my dear friends,
I feel your help every day.
I cannot see you in the space,
But do know, – each has a good face.
I think you must be very much in need
While does live here the holy man. All people
Believe in fineness, when go you
To help, but don’t they know who is who.
I’m so much sorry, my dear friends,
You help me ever in life mine, – thanks!
Where did you go from my planet,
When I want you give more help with merit.
My little friends, I know a lot,
Where on earth all is fine, and short
The road. When does the peace prevail
And you keep singing the song of mountain?
It’s beautiful this song, and never
I did hear on earth any better.
I dream with the song, but where are the mountains, —
I want to see them and spell my troubles.
Then we together shall leave.
And will the troubles never be in meeting, —
Good bye! I want to be very happy.
I hear the Sky
Sometimes I hear the sky, and see
What answer it gives about me.
Who does answer? Maybe it is the friends,
Or maybe it is my thought gazer?
I don’t know, but I must
Begin in time to have thoughts only positive.
If they are kind and fine, these letters
I’m very glad to receive them. Better
Preserve these questions from bad thoughts.
And all will be right, when you forget
The troubles, and the evil diddle, —
You have been happy! Need is for all people
Beautiful and far better life.
And always they happiness find
In the Heaven. And very glad be then,
Who find in the sky a secret theme.
Who understands, what will answer sky,
They so much believe and are fine.
They must be better than others,
Who don’t understand anything. The Mother
And father mine – you, dear Sky,
I’m daughter yours, and know —
You love me very much at all times.
I know
I know light is very good for people.
But don’t know they, when begins the simple
Shining on the earth. And don’t know when
Arrives the first ray for helping them.
Where is it going – a little simple ray,
Which is born and grows in clear sky.
They so much were spilling down,
And for ever they have been appearing.
I know, you love so much the dear earth
And want to help it at all times.
Around the planet you keep bright and full of hope:
Some time all people wade the dark rout.
You tell them every day about light,
But they don’t understand what you say. A pity what!
You sky don’t yell in their ears,
But maybe they don’t want to hear?
Believe I, you must be together
With people, and to make for them the weather
More beautiful and likable for ever
As long as you can do. Facing the darkness
Is very much threatening to us,
But are not afraid we. Only nice
I know will be on the earth for us!
Thoughts of the weather
I’m very glad, when see in the sky
The reddening Sun. Then all feelings mine
Arise higher, than what they are
When falls night. The Sun does
Awake me in the morning, I open the window
And say at once the words: I need you!
Where were you in the evening, I can’t you find
In the blinking sky, what do you do at night?
Welcome to the sky early in the morning, —
I like to see you. All my thinking
I address to you, and know I, —
You come from behind dark night.
I want to see you every day.
The weather been all right when then
Be able to see and feel Sun.
The earth be fine, and one
Will keep all kind and blue rays
Which are going on the waiting place.
I don’t know, what weather better
For dear earth is? And one letter
I write to sky, and ask I then, —
When is the better our planet? Am
I very glad to see life-sun system!
Believe it is nice
Believe I every time is nice,
But do not every day see best.
Where is this place, when can see I
The beautiful and clear sky?
I can wait for a lot of time,
When go and live on the earth mine.
I am meeting everywhere the day
With hope: now must be fair.
If there is life, must live it in hope,
And never lose I the bright dream and thoughts.
It helps me so much in my life,
I’m thankful, – they are very fine.
Believe I in you, clear dear sky,
I know, only you can my
Thoughts carry away from here, —
I need them, am happy and hope fully eager.
Sometimes you answer me at once
And promise life the best. The wings
Abandon me, – now is going the time,
A lot of troubles don’t let me find.
I must believe all the time,
Keep hope only in the sky, —
Sun shining giving fortune nice!
It’s raining
It’s raining now… Tell me weather
About drops, their secret glare.
Who understand my dream and thought,
When I can’t myself understand.
Of the time, when comes the rainy weather,
And raindrops fall on the earth so much,
I think, why does weep the sky, and what
It wants me to say about its grief?
Troubles causing who is? Maybe man,
Who lives here and doesn’t know their
Place planet is? When will they know
About the time which does go. Let follow
After rain the shine, is asking everyone.
What for he wasted so much time?
The sky and earth are friends! What answer you?
Maybe you think, rainbow can’t find who
Is here rakish, wicked? Most of all
Sky makes him growl, often the toll
Don’t hear from a cry they. So much
I wept with the sky, and don’t know what
Kept me so beautiful in rain or shine
And held my feelings only fine.
Believe I, teardrop for me any more hasn’t sky!
What to write?
I don’t know what I’ll write today,
But know, – it must be composed very well.
And must bring of happiness the feeling.
Today the Sun I can’t see while it is raining from the sky.
Was raining yesterday, and is raining now,
Tomorrow maybe the rain won’t leave the day our.
It wants to make every thing more clean and one
Can do this work by water. Everyone
Will see in the morning now, in so much time
How great work had the rainy weather done.
They just believe how clever is the weather
And the feeling will follow whether
Will be or will not to be there the Sun in sky, —
It must be there always. But time to time
We need other sights as well
Which bring for us more likeable feelings.
The nice and fine people are living everywhere
And have been growing from raindrops,
The beautiful and thankful words, —
I want about that to write. But little know.
Or maybe better, if I learn,
I can write words a few million.
But heart says to write about the sky short spoken.
To dree
Beginning of time about I never think
What does it mean one word to dree.
Why must I dree my weird, and why
I must be living so sad a life?
Behind I do not want to see,
But the future what is presenting me?
I do not know. Let me live
And say to the troubles mine: “good bye!”
I can be very patient, when
Come grief and misery, also troubles with them.
But I am tired, – always to wait
And ask the sky: when will leave me the night?
When the Sun for me at noon will shine,
And morning star bring the time nice?
I very much need beautiful advice, —
So rarely get it. How pretentious life is,
Had pretended – doesn’t hear me, nor see,
And doesn’t want to know about troubles around me.
I’ll call you, life, give the look one
Myself shall have presented some
Of the wonderful and thankful words —
About your gifts. First of the old
Forgotten word to dree, of course!
Disturbance
Disturbance of my feelings, but why
I don’t understand why can’t I fly.
Where are wings mine, when wing-beat I do
And fly high above the earth. Who
Can flap together with me by its wings
And would fly to the Sun with me.
Is it the man on the earth or may be not?
He stays in the sky and sees from there? Short
Is life! Or maybe I’ll be meeting in next life
My love, and love-child born for happiness ours.
Or maybe next life there isn’t for me
And hope I let there never be
Execution. How many are the old,
I can wait for them? I think such a lot.
And never, I never say
Then will be coming the holy day,
How many times I live and see that one
Was sometimes nice, or dark, or fine.
Following what will be? Is it surprising?
What color is it, and who is painting?
I hope never there will be dark colors
For me, and other people dear ones.
I want to see the picture only of star plus!
With a smile
Good morning, day, it’s nice to meet you.
What did you say about a smile? And who
Must smile? All people? Very much?
Who wants to get gifts in days these? Catch
Perhaps they will be falling, if you smile
And never be you gloomy and dismal.
I understand so difficult is to be nice,
When life is very sad, and burden mine
To pull down. How can I stand right,
When stands around me the black midnight.
Where is a ray of light, I’m looking for one,
But no hope already to find.
Midnight has so many shining stars
And every one makes a present light.
Look at the sky, be all eyes
And you will see the eye-catcher, for us
Are shining all the stars and is reddening the Sun.
How many gifts has the sky to hearten:
Heartfelt light is going everywhere,
Where is waiting one. Somebody wailful
Make a present to the sky – a tender smile,
Then space will spill so much of light.
To the smile it will answer every time!
Establishment
How many words are negative,
Are plural and infinitive.
But so few words mean fine,
And we can see their clear shine.
Establishment has everyone
But where is the first born? In the night
Were born dark words. And morning star
Is the mother of shining words. Too far
Were born they, but look about – and face
They live together. What is the case
Where are living they? – It is the man
Whose lingual slang is bad. They
Talking are so fell now.
Are often they forgetting how
Must speak. Somebody else does know
Lot of beautiful words. Make show
With letters and with words, but why?
Establishment must be all fine.
And every phrase will be so fine writing
And every sentence will be shining.
Who’ll have cleansed his and have forbidden
Himself to spell bad ones. So needful
Is to establish wonderful words for people.
Perhaps be night?
Perhaps be there night in heart mine? What
I’m feeling now? Has departed the night,
But maybe still it’s remaining. One
Is dwelling in myself. And the Sun
I cannot see – now very wet.
Where weather is fine, there it went
Perhaps will return. Sun, come back!
I’m feeling dark, gloom has set in.
When the sunburst I’ll see in the sky,
Then all will be right in feelings mine.
Sun-cult is favourite subject-matter
About that I’m writing. Better
When are in the sky the Sun and stars,
When all the time there are shining ones.
Believe I, so many people
Do prefer the Sun, and there is need of
Weather lovely. In the human heart
Let the Sun and morning star
Dwell deeper. When soul is full, —
All life will be more beautiful.
Beginning early morning for myself, —
I am meeting the shining ray.
Together we reject the wet rain!
Somewhere…
Somewhere is a blue sky,
Somewhere rain with clouds. Does shine
Somewhere the Sun. Somewhere it snows,
Somewhere fog, or storm, or frost is.
How many kinds the weather does have
It’s beautiful, sometimes is fell.
But every kind is teaching the people,
How must they live on earth and be useful.
Sometimes ones doesn’t understand
What the weather tells again. What the wood
Does speak about the rustle of foliage,
And what is saying the rain to oblige?
I never hearken the weather,
Or maybe I’m the hearer not clever.
Or nobody had taught me
How to understand the weather free.
I can it ask, who’s sending the wind,
Who is sending thunder and lightning,
Who lights up the stars in black sky,
When there is on my earth night?!
Perhaps somewhere is someone
Whom can’t I see, – invisible one.
Some time I’ll his footprints find?
Suppose
Supposed I of many a kind
To be its color black or white.
To be it the trouble, or be fine
Always supposed over much time.
But now should I for ever suppose?
Perhaps there are things about cost
I don’t know anything. Why
Supposed always over so much of time
Or I was very hopeful and saw
In black perhaps a little white? – Befogged!
When black is black, and white is white,
What can I in one color find?
Supposing it is a great mistake
To look for light across the color black?
I understand, but my character
Pushed me always to be looking for light.
I’m ready all my life mistaken to be.
But I have hope – to find what is of need to me.
If I suppose all, everything in the night?
That I have found the color white.
It must be moon, or the shining star,
Or the Milky Way, or lightning in the sky.
The space for me – always a lighthouse!
Suggest
To make a suggestion, my sky, —
What must I this morning write.
About what my thought must bear,
Suggest me some beautiful idea.
About dreams? – It’s very good —
This idea has many a fruit.
Dream-land is very rich to the thought
So wonderful, but then, better not.
All thoughts of dream are meeting here.
All people send such best idea
In land this. How fine is some
That humanity will have done
For dream-land only of goodness thoughts.
And never would they send the frost.
But maybe not in the dreamer’s land,
Who saw it? Always dark night
Eyeless can see. But hope can
Help eyes mine to get an eyeful then.
In the heart is the eye, one can all see
Always one doesn’t close, and is free
It is observing silence in our life
And low is the suggestion, if mind
How must it think, when dream in the night.
Represent
Represents every day for me something
And what I’ll do with the trial this?
How can I stand the test of life,
And how make the decision right?
When can I find my hearty friend,
Who would help with pleasure, won’t leave
Me ever with my troubles great?
But I must simply not be afraid.
Together better, than be alone,
But sometimes I’m afraid won’t find
My hearty friend. But helps me hope,
And every time inspires one thought.
About suffering I won’t be forgetting,
Always remember hope while thinking.
The way is thorny, very painful
Alone am going myself thankful
Among thankless people here.
But life represents a good idea:
To be or not to be?! What to choose?
What answer to this question,
Have chosen I? It’s quite possible
I have done it already. My answer is simple, —
Represents every day for me the likeable people.
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