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Poems in English: about everything. Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony
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Год выпуска 2019
isbn 978-5-532-09065-1
Автор произведения Dmitry Guéorguiévitch Borrony
Жанр Поэзия
Издательство ЛитРес: Самиздат
Time! The birth is time, in the sky a guiding star, Magicians blow the birth it, the savior, my father.
Night snowy, the snow is also clean, it is time for Love, soul is clean.
My love, snow-winter,
Wonderful time! Winter! Winter.
About the woman
Fine flowers of love are beautiful, and you are beautiful!
In love of pleasure, Fine flowers, women of beauty, In dos You purity healing.
Paris-Paris
Pari Paris! – Pari Paris!
Beautiful city of love.
Pari Paris! – Pari Paris!
Beautiful city of beauty.
Beauty of Paris are various,
Beauty of Paris are fine.
Poets, artists and musicians, Fine verses and music of love!
Fine sincere love, Fine pure beauty!
Love beautiful, love fine!
Here musicians and singers, Poets, artists of love, In Paris are free they, Fine silence of love!
Poets of Paris, artists of imaginations, Love of imaginations, in the sky blue, In calm of flight of skies, my soul love.
There Quasimodo Ford lives there,
There Esmeralda and Hugo.
There Verdi of the opera, Othello and Aida lives there, love of beauty, the Traviata of her love, There music of a fine muse There.
Artists, poets rebels, artists beau monde, there their scope.
There Leonardo and Salvador Dalí,
There Monoliza waits for the solution, There Eyfelevaya the tower looks in heaven, at rest of heaven of calm.
The offer of love of the fine union, Is time for the love fastened with heaven, Rest and silences, it is time for love.
Parisian palaces, their kings, Governors of the country, great they!
The power power tempted, Love to the people merciful.
Governors of Paris, here all of them here, In fine Louvre, fine beauty of eras.
Here all pictures of Kings, here all their portraits, Madonna here, here all da Vinci, beauty of mysteries of Paris.
The secret of Templars is closed here – Dan Brown the book, Rest and silence, here their shelter, calm rest of pleasure here!
Love of Gascon D'Artagnan, love and honor of ladies,
There Monte Cristo with it Mercedes, Fernán, and the friend Kadrus.
There in Château d'If the Abbot, Fariya, the friend his Dantes sits, There the royal prosecutor Gerard – it there the son sits, he is Eduar.
There all Paris, Parisian secrets all yard, King-lover there, there Cardinal of intrigues, There musketeer one, it ringing swords fan, his friends there, honor of a word them.
The milady there, and the son of her Mordaunt, Athós, Port and D'Artagnan, There the person in an iron mask, the King-Ludovic lives there.
There is Napoleon, there Charles De Gaulle, he was a politician,
The French Frenchman is Pari Paris!
Pari Paris! – Pari Paris!
Beautiful city of purity.
Pari Paris! – Pari Paris!
Beautiful city of beauty love!
About Russia
Russia Mother is big! – Open spaces are wide.
Russia Mother is big! – a gold of the field and rivers.
Russia Mother is big! – Coniferous-dense woods.
Russia Mother is big! – Its boundless fields of bread.
She is stately and is proud! It is not criminal for the enemy.
About! – Russia Mother! My earth!
It is loved and clean, the beauty it and is stately.
My mother – Russia! My country!
I was born on the earth, in the Russian silence, Among birches, aspens and lindens, among oaks and willows.
Among high hills, among valleys spacious, Among high bread, among birch mosses.
Among domes of golden churches, among a sound of bells on it, There, we will find a pacification, rest – to calm is stood by our house.
In church holidays of calm and repentance, in my love to it.
My soul reunion, in a spiritual kingdom, calm and grace.
Russia! My great power! – Russia, our great country!
The border is indestructible, the enemy will not pass.
The soldier of Russia will stop it, will do not pass it, it will kill him.
My Russia Mother! – It mine.
Russia! – My ancestral lands!
Russia is stately, the power is indestructible.
Russia – the house, my native land!
Russia! – My mother.
About the city of Ramenskoye
The favourite city my native – Ramenskoye native!
The favourite city, and native, Is beautiful it, and it is loved by me.
Here the park a lesist, in it is the pool.
Deer in the park that stand, Are loved by us, the whole family.
The avenue there of heroes of glory is, attractions not to consider there, to Kids in joy and an entertainment, Rest and silence around.
The soldier, fire there eternal is on the square Walk of Fame, the flame of an eternal flame That we remembered Burns there and did not forget, heroes!
Fallen for the fatherland, For the homeland, for the favourite city.
There our memory, our honor, That glory to the Russian soldier,
To the hero – the battles of Moscow,
To the hero of fight for the favourite city.
Praise to it both honor, and glory!
There the church on the hill costs, the Bell ringing,
Holy Trinity throne.
The church choir sings psalms, the Priest begins a liturgy.
He asks God about rescue of soul.
Alexy patriarch there somehow was, He blessed parishioners, He conducted service, in arrival that, And the cross built, And our Saint sprinkled it with holy water, that day, on that holiday,
Feast of the Cross.
There stadium Saturn, football club.
Playing soccer win.
GOAL! – GOAL! The victory is so close,
Here a goal of the last throw, here a long-awaited victory in a match.
There a monument the childhood stand still, Here the Gene crocodile, with it the Cheburashka, Here Shapoklyak old woman, with her her Larisa, her favourite, a little rat.
Here kot-Matroski on shops sits, with it his friend, sobaka-Sharik
They sit and speak about something?
Here Carat, their birdie is vociferous, she Sits,