style="font-size:15px;"> 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
