Hello my friends,
Dobro pojalovat dorogaya Terra!
Slavica already told me about you and I am glad to welcome you here, in our lovely site.I know for sure you will enjoy.
I am sorry I did not answer your question but I am glad my dear sestrichka did it.Thank you , angel.
I read the posts and totally agree with you.
And this is for you.
THE LORD IS NOT MERCIFUL
The Lord is not merciful to repairs and gardeners.
A ringing rain slants down
And wide cloaks are going to color
The sky reflected in the water.
There's underwater kingdom of meadows and cornfields,
And undulating streams sing out, sing out,
On the swelling branches plums are bursting
And flattened grasses rot.
And through the dense scrim of water
I see your dear face,
The hushed park, the Chiniese Pavilion
And circular porch of the house.
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I WILL LEAVE YOUR WHITE HOUSE
I will leave your white house and tranquil garden.
Let life be empty and bright.
You and you, I shall glorify in my poems,
As a woman has never been able to do.
And you remember the beloved
For whose eyes you created this paradise,
But I deal in rare commodities-
I sell your love and tenderness.
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AH, YOU THOUGHT
Ah -- you tought I'd be the tipe
You could forget,
And that praying and sobbing, I'd through myself
Under the hooves of a bay.
Or I would beg from the witches
Some kind of root in charmed water
And send you a terrible gift -
My intimate, scented handkerchief.
Dammed if I will. Neither by glance nor by groan
Will I touch your cursed soul,
But I vow to you by the garden of angels,
By the miraculous icon I vow
And by the fiery passion of our nights -
I will never return to you.
ANNA AKHMATOVA
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