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      On the blue sky

      Fir-tree draws with ink.

      Her silhouette.

      Summer heat…

      Stars sky

      Spread its dome.

      I’m alone. Souls command.

      A lonely creation —

      Fir-tree sparkling in the forest…

      Transparent summer air.

      The stars are shining

      In the daytime sky.

      The scarlet roses petals

      Are so beautiful and easy,

      The scarlet roses petals.

      I think about a flower

      It doesn’t smell, but

      How it burns!

      Velvet coat.

      Little paws.

      The sweet scratch

      The heart touches.

      White snow

      Dropped out

      On the ground.

      Spring wind

      Brought its aroma —

      The aroma of coming spring.

      Winter coolness

      And the wind howls.

      Snowflakes are melting.

      Noise of the cities.

      And flashes of lights.

      Walls of the houses

      And hearts oil.

      Houses lined up

      As a blue fence.

      And you can hardly call it beautiful.

      The beauty of the water lily.

      The yellow water lily

      And a green leaf.

      Eyes of agate oil,

      Look after me quickly.

      Nice cats look.

      Yellow cup —

      Full bowl.

      Forest path

      Leads into the thicket.

      And so it snakes!

      The spicas of rye

      Turn yellow

      In the Sun.

      A cubic model

      I shall name the creation —

      From the blue forget-me-nots

      I’ll weave the poem.

      Blue sail

      Seen in the distance.

      And the sea spreads before it

      Its spaces.

      The solar disk burns in the sky.

      And the stars on the blue cloth

      Flicker even during the day.

      The night tree

      Is shrouded

      A garland of stars.

      The big Moon

      Has risen over the city.

      And its silvery light

      Is flowing around.

      The round lamp shines in the dark.

      And it seems to me that this

      The Moon reflects sunlight.

      Scarlet rose scattered

      Her tiny petals.

      And they sparkle,

      Like flashes of fire.

      I am dreaming of you.

      And my loneliness

      Is endless.

      Береза

      Одиноко склонила ветви…

      Белый ствол.

      Летние птицы.

      Их пение волнует.

      Птичьи трели.

      Бархатная шубка

      В зеленой траве.

      Моя Пусси вышла на прогулку.

      Зеленая трава

      Так и сверкает на Солнце.

      Давно без дождей.

      На голубом небе

      Прозрачно-белые

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