Мониторинг 2012

Forgive; forgive me, o my bonnie lass
For my unwritten messages and letters.
Years, like thunderclouds, pass,
A-freeing us from our fetters.
Forgive me your severest heartache,
My arrogance, which caused you to feel so;
Inside your mind there rages an earthquake,
Which can be subdued by sympathy alone.
The day will come, and we will be united
According to the will and by the pow’r of Him,
Who sent us forth into this world enlightened
From His Celestial Kingdom of Eden.
Eternity will...

In the flashing current of the urban life
In the cocktail of voices and sirens,
‘Mid the northern tempests, blizzards
And the fogs above the rivers
Thine life-giving voice is testifying
Of the coming of her Majesty the all-good Spring.
And you sing, and you sing,
Although you aren’t a nightingale,
Thine quiet silvery song is louder than the crack of doom.
It flows like sweetest music,
Which gives hope, invigorates and emboldens.
And the Earth casts off its icy test,
The sparrow’s...

Under the yoke of the winter
You slept, lethargic, in the North.
The evil king, the Frost, oppressed you,
But the power of the Sun
Has demolished his wicked kingdom!
Your dazzling-white petals,
Your gentle scent, intoxicating and alluring,
Has won over the permafrost.

May, 2012

The clouds of risen Peroun
Pass, like celestial shields.
He casts the lightning like unblunted arrows
Across the sky and down to the earth.
The thunder thus proclaims the end of the era of ice,
And blessed rain and hail
Consecrate herbs and forests,
Serving the burial service over the deceased Winter.

May-June, 2012
Yekaterinburg-Saratov

The child of the Volga region,
White, like a butterfly in the pitch black night
And fragrant, like an incense in the dungeon,
You stand alone in all your royal might.
Born by the land of the disgraceful strangers,
So cold and wild, and by the Heavens cursed,
Within the glades and mountain ranges,
You dwell on the summit of the Universe.
Your life is sad, but hopefully,
You are a luminary for this World, truly.

June 14, 2012
Saratov

O winds! O winds! O ramblers of the worlds!
Ubiquitous and free, sometimes cruel,
You carry away feelings, thoughts, remembrances and words,
Both worthless and those of greatest price, like jewels.


June 25, 2012
Saratov

Jerusalem exults with joy:
Behold ye Christ the King!
He is the only true envoy
Jehovah’s. Let us sing
The chants of faithfulness and love,
True Love of ether high,
Whose herald is the peaceful dove;
Turn hearts to Jesus: aye!


Men of the world, praise Him, rejoice
And bring Him precious gifts
And listen to His assertive voice
And live in grace and thrift.

October 11-12, 2012

The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault,
This afternoon dies slowly forever,
The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue,
Another episode of this life’s masquerade
Comes to an end…
The curtain falls…
And beauteous Agnes Adoma,
The prima donna of the opera house,
A-shining in the luster of her fame,
Leaves her beloved stage to the ovation
Of the spectators.
Her eyes! Her gorgeous green eyes!
They shine, like emeralds in the midday fire of heaven!
Her skin is white, like a snow of the...

Давай народ страны проснись!
Вокруг себя ты оглянись!
Что со страною здесь творится...
Кое-кто не может угомониться.
От жадности корысти здесь своей...
Шагая по трупам своих людей.
Хоперские казачки уж поднялись...
По степям Воронежским пронеслись.
Стали на защиту своих степей
И наделы своих полей.
Поняв, что Сибирь совсем ограбили...
Народ коренной нищими оставили.
Всё заграницу умыкнули...
Миллиарды в оффшорных банках там приткнули.
Теперь вот в черноземья подались...
Видать в...

За окном опять дожди,
За окном - печали...
Солнца, ты, уже не жди;
Вороны кричали...
Я плевал на этот крик,
Мне и осень в тему...
Напишу красивый стих -
Злобному гарему.
И как-будто, невзначай,
Солнце выйдет в лето,
И развеется печаль -
Устремится в небо...
Распахнутся облака!..
На душе - услада!
И заплещется река,
Лучшего не надо...
Поубавится тогда
Крик с берез и сосен...
С бабьим летом на луга;
Выпущу я - Осень!...)

Сентябрь 2012 год.