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The author: Grigory Vechnyj

 

I RECOLLECT TIMES

 

Grigory Vechnyj - has finished technical institute in the city of St.-Petersburg (in the same place and was born), to it forty five years, has a hobby (the big tennis), likes to travel, getting acquainted with world cultural values, lives in Germany and ... Writes verses on love.

May

As soon as there comes May,
I there and then recollect you.
You for me blossoming paradise,
On you, soul washing, I sigh.

 

About, you would be decorated with sins!
That night, I remember, before a dawn
Read you gentle verses,
You were shone by happiness, thus.

 

Divided troubles you mine,
With me you worried,
Magnificence of love
You heart filled mine.

 

Now, all is a sweet dream,
Which I wait with нетерпеньем,
But it will repeat ль again,
Not becoming empty воображеньем?

25.10.97

 

I recollect times

 

I recollect times
Bygone adventures.
About, fault how many is drunk!
About, how many was hobbies!
In the rainy autumn cold
I have met you at friends,
You were not then free,
But there was no you and... Mine.
That evening I have begun to miss,
As restless wandered
And even unwillingly yawned,
But about you did not forget,
My sight to like tried.
And you have noticed me,
To me it was flatter in that to admit.
In love I did not begin to speak,
Itself from a case storing.

* * *
Since then met every day.
We have got used soon to each other.
It as the true girlfriend
Drove with itself as if a shade.
I about nights do not argue,
About them especial speech,
They are capable to flow roughly,
I, alas, do not disclose secrets.
I will notice, by the way, at candles
A few woman is lovelier,
It, фигурою is more harmonous;
Glass of wine and... It is less fear.
There are fears ridiculous,
It is not necessary to speak about them.
Really, destinies uneasy;
Ways unfortunately them, others,
Not a sin about it to repeat.
I are fresh воспоминанья,
I am hardly tired by them,
Perhaps I am still enamoured
And only with it I wait свиданья?

17.01.2001

 

Your speeches

That evening I remember till now...
Burnt dimly in a bedroom of a candle,
I heard an echo of snow mountains
And a wind noise and bird's chorus,
Me you caressed speeches.

I feel pleasure in them,
I even think differently,
My voice of reason has become silent,
Here charms a wonderful verse,
Here all accompanies good luck.

Here there is no presentiment of a trouble,
Do not dance languid boredom of a shade,
Here I see an angel traces,
Here as gardens in the spring blossom,
Here the spirit of the innocent wanders laziness.

But the happiness is short, at times;
Its smile for an instant.
I wish to tell to it: Постой!
Still though time give up as a bad job,
You gave to me наслажденье.

20.01.2001

 

I for...

That will not obey destiny,
Who has gone through hours of change,
Who in forces so to say to itself:
I for any changes!

I for prays and sins,
I for short idleness,
I for naive verses,
For silence and for fun.

I for meditations at a fireplace,
I for irony of passions,
For nobleness of the citizen,
I for open space of my soul.

I for love and beauty,
For launches I and for паденья
And, even, I - for poverty,
For tears of pleasure and... мщенья!

2.02.2001

 

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23.04.05