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      The pearly dawn

      is penetrating the room.

      The web of sleep.

      Dawn in the fog.

      Golden glimmer of the sun

      on the horizon.

      Fields under the snow

      on the way to the north.

      The train runs forward.

      Coral sunset

      is overhanging the road.

      Journey to Moscow.

      The shining of stars

      is reflected in your eyes.

      Cassiopeia.

      Look at the spring tides,

      the river fills up with them.

      Late snow is melting.

      The clouds are hanging

      over a small bitch grove.

      The Russian landscape.

      Gingerbread and

      a cup of fragrant black tea.

      A book of poems.

      Lights on the water.

      Multicolored tones at night

      on the river Don.

      There are flocks

      of migratory birds.

      The way home.

      The first snowdrop

      is growing on frozen ground.

      A snowy field.

      Red disk of the sun.

      Along cities and forests

      there’s the rope of rails.

      Clouds bring

      the sunset closer.

      The west wind.

      Formidable sky.

      The red stars of Kremlin are

      shining in the dark.

      Red traffic light.

      The beads are strung

      one by one.

      Two violins sound.

      He engages in musical

      dialogue with her.

      The first spring flower

      opens petal by petal.

      You start to smile…

      The wind stirs

      the cherry blossoms.

      Is it snowing?

      Oh, april, april…

      Snow on flowering branches

      under the birds’ trills.

      The wind subsides.

      Snowy evening is replaced

      by cherry blossom.

      Drops of melted snow

      are dripping from the green leaves.

      Tears of joy.

      Snowflakes are flying.

      A sudden gust of lite breeze

      in almond blossoms.

      Spring hopes fill the day.

      There is not a single cloud

      in the blue skyline.

      The birds take seats

      on the blooming branches.

      Spring messengers.

      A gust of light breeze.

      Pink rain of cherry petals

      is flying in the wind.

      The sun and the moon

      are dating in the heavens.

      It’s twilight hour.

      The full moon smiles

      in the silence of the night.

      «Moonlight» Debussy.

      It’s predawn hour.

      Nature is getting ready

      to start a new day.

      With the warm dawn,

      the fog melts in the valley.

      Pink almond branches.

      The

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