The sunrise

The thought: "So that you may know ..." was revealed to me a little from the preface, and we considered it as:
That is, in other words, Master, we realized the possibility, but we did not know where it came from.

Between the great sheikh and the great Ferdowsi,
The basis of their work is a star Simurghi.

The sign, his sages from the Tajiks,
As well as each of the nations of the world.

The owner of the symbol, compared to the birds:
"Phoenix in Europe, Illness of Americans"

Garuda...

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

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 day has come, the Sun has risen!
The angels chant the hymns of Love!
And came true the brilliant visions,
On our shoulders sit the doves.
We took upon ourselves the vows
To be His children, faithful and chaste,
To strive to enter His Celestial House,
To overcome the pow'r of ill fate.
Eternity is ours, dear!
I am with you for evermore.
There's no reason for bitter fear,
We are blessed greatly by the Lord.

March 13, 2013
Kyiv
Ukraine

The moon's a big white football,
The sun's a pound of butter.
The earth is going round the twist
And l'm a little nutter!

The tender silence of your alleys,
Alluring splashing from the sea -
It's only you who touch my feelings,
And only you I long to see.

With you I've never been alone,
Cause you're just so unique -
The only place for my soul
To be born, to love and to live.

The time's no more existing,
Though hasn't been before.
Bird in the clouds.

The wether is fine,
And I walking on streets,
This world is mine,
I can't get you its'.

Go for away - for my steps,
And maybe - you can do - that's.

I haven't returned
From my past
Like from the barren garden,
Submerging into
Wetness of leaffall.

Escaped the dark sunsets
Seeing the threads of new sunrise
Still, my leaffall
Lives in the past.

Falling sick with the sudden worry
I'm sadden with the look of Autum.
Waked away by a forgotten road
Keeping no offense in my soul.

To the past,
To the fog of forlorn,
I would turn the blind eye,
Rising in front of
Havenly candles.

Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west – sun there half of hour high –
I see you also face to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross , returning home,, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shell cross from shore to shore years hence are more to me, and more in my meditations, that you might suppose.

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