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      City of Silver Roofs

      The city of silver roofs.

      In the soundless, in not reality, in colorlessness.

      New essence.

      As in good timeless fairy tales,

      In the future, in the spring

      Silence flows like a symphony…

      Hear…

      DanZhel (poetry and essay under glass)

      Parable about time

      Having no flesh, and therefore feeling pain. With abysses instead of eyes, and therefore all-seeing. Possessing immeasurable cruelty and therefore giving life. Extremely merciful and therefore killing. Silent and therefore omniscient. All-knowing and therefore silent. From great to the incomprehensible. From incomprehensible to the great. Have power over thought and subject only to thought. Eternally living and therefore knowing death. Knowing death and therefore living forever.

1991 year

      Essay

      He was white and airy.

      She was a hot brunette.

      She built a fire for him.

      He gave her rain.

      She disappeared around the corner of the wonderful mansion.

      He became day and looked for her everywhere.

      She exuded stars from the sparks, knowing that he

      never see them, knowing that they are only for him.

      He was looking for her.

      He was looking for her.

1998 year

      Musician

      Dedicated to my father – clarinetist Vladimir Danilchenko

      The street musician played the evening. The jewels in the hat at his feet grew darker as the day melted into them. But the flowers waltzed in the ever-light snow. Passers-by hurried to the electric suns of their homes, leaving living blue sapphires at the musician’s feet. The musician played the evening.

1999 year

      Man and woman

      Two wings,

      Two winds

      Two sides of the world

      One flight.

2009 year

      Pen and paper

      The woman is a white paper sheet. The man is a feather. The paper will readily accept words, thoughts, feelings, images entrusted to it by the pen. Paper is able to carefully preserve, glorify and perpetuate what is entrusted to it by the pen.

      The paper will forgive blots and mistakes. The paper will make it possible to correct the crossed out lines. The paper, like white wings, will gladly lift up to the sun the essence expressed on its pure heart by the pen. There is no more fertile soil than a pure heart of paper. The union of pen and paper gives rise to the richest shoots, but only when all the letters are titled with the words – «I love you.»

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

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