wissen nicht, was alle ihre Laster sind
Sichtbar wie auf der Handfläche.
Wenn ich glaubte, würde ich eine gute reine Seele werden.
Es gab keine erbärmlichen Zweifel
Es gäbe keine Faulheit
Und ich würde mir sagen:
"Schau, Sasha, wie schön die Welt ist!
Wie ungewöhnlich schön!
Du dachtest, er wäre schrecklich.
Ohne Poesie. Primitiv.
Nein!
Sieh dir die Leute an.
Eine wunderbare Palette von Gefühlen.
Eh überall auf der Erde
Den Menschen würde das Glück schenken.
Поэма о первой любви
What a day! A
beautiful day! The
soul sings.
Oh my God!
How easy it is to live!
People, look around.
The sun is all around.
The sun.
And the air is clean.
I'm glad.
I'm glaring at people.
Into the trees.
Into the air.
I wink at the sun.
Flirting with the wind.
Memories are like bees
Bustling buzzing
And build
Lived episodes
honeycombs.
And how long have I lived?
I asked myself involuntarily.
Quite insignificant.
And thoughts fluttered
And the breeze came in waves
Refreshing
Caressed
Calming
Me.
Oh, Tomik, I remembered you!
My first love and deity.
I loved you
Pushkin would say
Idolized
I would say.
I was immersed in magic.
The Magical World
Tomka gave it to me
And inspiration, pathos and love.
And Tom is going through everything
And she throws timid glances after him.
Poor Tamarka doesn't know yet.
That I love her.
I worship.
But I'm not coming yet.
I repent.
I'm embarrassed of her.
I love platonically
Purely poetically.
Or maybe I 'll come up
Everything happens in the world.
While we're just
riding with her
By bike.
I like this kind of love
We ride, we laugh loudly
And she gets upset
Poor girl.
But I won't find
the words until I dare to approach her
Don't say the word love to me
Better later.
Everything is still ahead.
Come on, it's hot enough
Write about love.
My favorite Tamarka.
I'm sorry.
It's hard for me
no matter how good.
16 years already.
And I'm still nobody.
I will be 17 years old soon
And what could I do?
And what have I done?
What feat have I accomplished?
Why have I lived for 16 years?
There are rays of
dreams in my soul
In the midst of the darkness of loneliness
Psychology of throwing
Creative writing.
How naive I was
And how funny he loved
Yes, I've changed a little now.
I don't have many friends.
I was too strict with them.
How naive I was.
But I said goodbye to her.
We will gain wisdom over the years
Let 's leave naivety in youth
We will find friends and comrades.
We fully know life.
Here is man and here is nature
Light,
