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2006 year
Kindness
I will go,
As in delirium
On the thinnest ice.
I will find
That dream
That star —
Kindness.
I will fall —
Well, let,
But the path is righteous.
I will rise
I will smile
I will pray —
And go ahead!
To that star —
Kindness
2000 year
The berries of eternity
With a basket of light gray heather of time
Eternity walked on by fate, as if on berries.
In the forest villages of the wingless sleeping tribe
She looked for herbs for sunny wines and medicines.
Parallel winds merged in the unity of breath.
Myrrh gave incense to the good winds.
In the basket are the buds of the spring flowers
of the universe,
The moisture of the rains and the reflection
of the heavenly lightning.
In a basket of light gray heather of time.
1994 year
The letter «O»
My wings are dropping
When I meet evil
Without beginning or end
Without the back of the head and face
Painfully flattened «O»
Screaming crooked «O»
There is no smoke in it, no fire
It has no personality, no «I».
«O» is not my enemy and not my friend,
Just a curly-sided circle.
My wings rise
When I meet evil.
I soar above evil.
Only sound
Only «O»,
Evil is nothing.
2009 year
Girl
In the labyrinths of rain wanders girl
Barefoot, blue-eyed.
The red curl sticks to the cheek,
She ate cherries – now grimy.
Laughs like the sun in the morning
Over a world obscure wise
And everything is easy for her, that is difficult
And all that is usually a miracle.
Teach me, dear girl
To be lighter than a white lily.
Teach you to believe in a fairy tale where is summer
Will decorate the meadows with gouache,
Where did the carriage come from the pumpkin
And where is the kind Baba Yaga.
(Negative character of Russian fairy tales)
Teach a quiet song to hear
That flowers sing, opening.
Teach how to embroider without gold
Golden patterns – dreams.
Teach me to reach the sky
Five-rayed palm.
And believing in real fiction,
Stay earthly and pure
Teach me, dear girl.
2008 year
To the artist`s pictures
To the painting by Grigory Chernetsov «Dead Sea»
Like a dream.
Like a moan.
A lioness running along the sea
Like a ghost, a moment or a bird.
And the light is silvery
Planets of unknown
Wonderful,
Icy,
Free.
2001 year
To the canvas by Carlo Dolci «Young Christ with a bouquet of flowers»
A boy in purple robes
A boy like the sun
Holding bouquet
The brightest colors —
The crown of a passing childhood