Dear Robert!
Please, accept my warmest congratulations and best wishes from me and my family. Be healthy, happy and live in prosperity surrounded by people who love you.
Reflections on a walk
Today was the last bell in school
And now a grown young daughter.
About youth! I again thee ill,
But it is unlikely the doctor will be able to help here.
Going back to Tsarskoe Selo -
Where transparency to light.
Thirty years have passed after childhood,
Already soul all the more difficult to undress
Already increasingly want to walk
Not at the table, and an old silent Park,
Which in September is not hot,
Where the young leaves do not promise,
Where the young leaves do not promise.
Already the old women seem to be family,
And girls like dolls clockwork,
And Mozart smile all the better.
Leaving after midnight, neighbors,
Not drunk wine, and the cake is not eaten,
And the trash make it go in the muffler.
In our home as a cloud wandered
And glass with glass.
We will survive the rain,
I Yes you, the two of us.
Already twenty years after school,
The world and my friends are no longer young,
Not spared us the trouble side.
But the night is dark and day as before, light,
Grow and children grow,
Let our autumn will be in the spring.
Ten years have passed after wedding,
Already not rushing to visit at this time of night,
And grandmothers come to visit
Birthday time, and once the day of death,
And the third time when the heart squeezes
The desire for grandchildren to stay.
Already passed half a lifetime after the wedding
Friends, don't go, for God's sake,
We are not to change.
And let sometimes it is very tight,
But we got accustomed to each other,
Let's leave the bitterness Melpomene scenes
Let us not be ashamed of the old walls.
In our home as a cloud wandered
And glass with glass.
We will survive the rain,
I Yes you, the two of us.
Prophetic
Get lost, don't know where...
Wonderland looked:
By cold, water
In dirty rags
Across the river, in a moment
Walked as on dry land, man -
Whether past his face,
Whether in the future...
Pasumarthy Meza,
And blizzards are all circling...
I the eyes saw,
Heard a beat.
Lonely and hump,
Not my was fate?
Oh, I should ask would be... Yes the lip
Numb suddenly...
Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.
Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.
And the old man everything went like a dream,
Powder barefoot,
Whether into the distance beyond the horizon,
Whether in the depths of the earth...
And blackened altitude,
And snowflakes, sing Charter,
On it lay the camp,
Yes not melted...
Suddenly, in a ringing silence
He turned to me,
Sends shivers down my spine
Icy wave -
Looked at me... and slept...
The old man, who are you? cried,
And the old man laughed,
Shinou out of sight.
Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.
Not believe my eyes,
Wrote all in tears,
Maybe all that was there,
Imagined...
But in the mirror, friends,
Suddenly I saw it.
Obviously the meeting that my
Still prophetic.
Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.
Field, field, field,
White, white box, smoke.
Hair was blacker than pitch
Became Silver.