Yet youth attracts hard gale in the heart
He puts the torture over and over again
And wandering…amongst in vain…
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A. Glukhov. Interior detail. 1990. Kolobova collection in St. Petersburg.
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Will I refresh myself in juicy foliage?
And am I standing on the dewy grass?
The light of sunny beams are disappeared
Such sweetest slumber in the dream
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Two birches dancing on the hill
Speak with each other – silence – peace
A whisper talking with the trees
But grass – vertigo in breeze…
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Why I see beauty in the sky?
You’ll find her tears in her heart
Above the clouds – hermitage
A frozen star – in breeze…
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Inside your hazel eyes I saw desire
You was beside the wall – we long apart
In cobalt-blue all thoughts away
We lacked the vigor in the chains
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Away away but I am drunk by Thee
Beloved breeze I love you so much
We’ll both see a golden-rose in glee
I’m a scrawny shepherd lying with ye
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Photo from 1980.
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You are my friend but I’m no friend for you
You are a knight with lonely pensive eyes
A bit you’ve lost your path – I am too late
You’ll live with light when I’ll die with pain