Snowflakes were falling into the canyon. Snows were melting in a mountain valley. The golden beautiful sunset was splashing in the sky.
The Spring were awakening to the silent's Canyons. Still they are dormant winter here. Rays of sunset, as watercolor, were created a fabulous dreams.
Stars shone through the sky. The moon light was falling down to the reefs. Whom does giving the world to shining dreams, when world was sleeping?
Doesn't this the noise of sparkling waves? Doesn't this the wind above the ground? It's Moons glow shone down out to the heavens, descending down at the peoples' Souls.
Dreams of the eclipse were to disturbed. The sun and the moon were meeting, this day. On the coast, the road was leading upwards to Way, which was between the mountains.
Simple pilgrim was climbing on the canyon. On the road, he is wear down his shoes. He was exhausted, to was climbing to the top. But he is climbing too - against all odds.
Unexpectedly he found to the canyon, where the beautiful Edelweiss was growing. But he couldn't pick up it. With timidity, his hand have never rip it.
So he went down - the road' further. His flower was having - a beautiful Moon. He sought its one, in alarm. In the mountains, She waited for him.
Never any can't pick up to red flower of sunset with them light hands. Never any can't grasped to the life. Never the World can't having to filled seas whole...
And even the shadow is not constant. Doesn't eternal sound of a boomerang? The Eternity did not knowed - nor deception, nor separations, nor constants.
Why does wild flowers grow between the mountains, in the blue expanse? Does not it better, would if these flowers have be to grow near inner the gate of the castle?
Why couldn't be, in flaming red sunset, clouds, which are flying in thier gusts? The Man not picked up wild' flowers. Passion as if is flaming out these flowers.
In the night, beautiful silvery Moon rose to Heavens from the East And nocturnal dreams were having been within eastern crescent.
And somewhere the Specter flied, get dropped in the twilight, in the run. And only Edelweiss is glittering with under silvery Moon's light.
A Specter is flew in the darkly night. A sleepless moon shines in the sky. The glittery path of the moon’s light dissipated over a night.
Far away in the darkness we heard flute. This is a fabulous singing Orfeo. A Moon is now in heaven - alone, under the shadow of the ghostly beams.
The Twilight was laughing - at the day. He wanted to see any game, when day and night merge into a fight. And the fire will burned up into the ice.
A cool fog of night, was cleared over the windows of fabulous homes. Fetters of ice of a cool night were - a warm wind' dreams destroyed them.
Ah! If a bright shining triangle - Moon, North Star, little stars have not been banished every morning into the darkness, where is only the dark.
The moon shone in the space of the sky. And glittering tiara of bright stars. But the sky again will be banish the night - amid of wonderful lunar castles.
Every sunset is full of mystery. It has crystal-white freshness of the clouds. And this is embrace, as if the flame, and it is seems, as if is the golden.
Sunset rises above sleepy storm. Winds are breathing in dark space of skies. As, if completely the walls of sleep daily sunlight were open.
The road before the storm fades. Flowers were also under heavy rain. , the soaked' petals , began to sparkle much better than - at a bright day.
And all canyons sparkles also. Some roads are visible at Flatwater. And, somewhere, in the dawn' coast, mountains are, as if rocketed be skyward ....
Как мы любим погулять
По полям, лугам.
Детям нравится играть,
Бегать там и там.
То на дерево влезать,
То, пока светло,
У соседа потоптать,
Что у них взошло.
А теперь - смотрю я вниз
На зеленый сад -
С крыши дома - внешний вид -
Портится на взгляд.
Еще выше - к облакам
Лучше полететь -
Ведь не очень трудно нам
Вверх и вниз смотреть!
Воскресенье, 06 Февраля 2011 г. 11:35
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В прозрачном зеркале озер,
Кайласа видно отражение,
Волнует красотою взор,
Рождая снов воображение.
Вершины Гималайских гор
Покрыты вечными снегами
Там, даже камни под ногами,
Ведут с ветрами разговор.
As if in the mirror lake' water
and in the mount Kailash reflection
our eye to them beauty are entrained,
They are born for our imagination.
Vertices of the Himalayan Mountains
are covered with eternal snow.
There even the stones, underfoot are,
are listening a talk with the ground.
Затерянный в глуши лесной,
Веками спал старинный дом.
За крепостной его стеной, терновник вырос до окон.
Его пронзительны шипы,
И,острая, его листва
Чужому преграждали тыл,
Впиваясь в тех, кто лез туда.
Но все-же находился тот,
Кто с бледной яростью в лице,
Взбираясь под оконный свод,
На том терновнике висел.
Ekaterina V LapidusIn the world - there, many plans and knowledge are.
Do you can float above the ground
Or do you can fly with the clouds?
- this is - you can solve yourself.
В мире - есть много планов и знаний.
Плыть над землей иль лететь с облаками
- это решаешь сам.
Ekaterina V Lapidushttp://www.chitalnya.ru/work/277864
Когда ночные краски тьмы -
Ложатся на старинный замок,
В огне мечтательной луны -
Блуждает в замке призрак-странник. Он облачен в прозрачный холст -
Империй древнего наряда.
Убежища - не ищет он
Среди покинутого сада.
Порой, его тревожит - звук,
неверно обранённой ноты,
Но - мудр его степенный слух -
К порывам зависти и злобы.
Posledno toplina ot esenno vreme
vdŭkhna v nad zemyata,
Sled tova izvednŭzh, zimna doĭde
sŭs skrezh i vetrovito dŭzhdove.
Led, skrit v planinite
v masata na byala lednitsi.
Ledena otide v kratki srokove
da predizvika veriga ot tyakh.
Nad sŭdbata na vetrovito,
oblatsi pobŭrza kŭm nebeto.
Tam, kŭdeto lyatoto i zimata,
eternals snyag sa zaspali.
Tam, kŭdeto se krie prokhlada
v naĭ-golemite planini Rŭs,
Kogato v byala roklya, svatba,
srebristite blesti Elbrus.
Ekaterina V LapidusIs cold, cloudy sunset froze is.
And only fire warms us.
Is dark. The garden is to empty.
Nightly waves are to the moonlight.
Dark trees are under the arches of foliage,
as if are asleep to the moonlight.
And in the marvelous bright stars,
in the twilight, the nightly' road is.
Ekaterina V LapidusВ развалинах былого замка, когда почти темнеет ночь, поет забытая шарманка, напевом прогоняя прочь - ночных просторов злые тени. Во мраке пустоты небес - летает одинокий демон, шутя среди ночных повес. Строги прозрачные одежды. Не миром создан его вид. Он соткан - теменью кромешной
Ekaterina V LapidusAt the forest snow lies.
Teme of horses runs fast.
All road is covered with snow.
Village is far from the road.
Little man in a horses-sleigh sits. …
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Ekaterina V LapidusAgain the morning is light.
Children are running away to us.
A great village is here.
We are see warm houses in it.
At the gate - we are listen the bell. …
Возле скамейки, птички щебетали и, после долгого полета, отдыхали. тут слон явился к милым воробьям. сказал: скамейка - будет лишь моя
Ekaterina V Lapidushumor
The Sparrow said to the elephant -.
"You - the most powerful of beasts.
Your appearance is incomparable anymore.
And I'm so small and not rich by force." …
Ekaterina V Lapidushumor
Near the benches, some birds were chirping.
And, after a long flight, they were resting.
Then an elephant came to a these birds here.
He said: "The Bench - would only mine be this. …
Ekaterina V LapidusDreams of the eclipse were to disturbed. The sun and the moon were to meet, this day. On the coast, the road was upwards leading to Way, which was between the mountains.
Snowflakes were falling into the canyon. snows melted in a mountain valley. the golden beautiful sunset was splashed in the sky
Ekaterina V LapidusDreams of the eclipse were to disturbed. The sun and the moon were to meet, this day. On the coast, the road was upwards leading to Way, which was between the mountains.
Ekaterina V LapidusIn the night, beautiful silvery Moon rose to Heavens from the East and, nocturnal dreams were silvered in this eastern crescent .
Царит вечерняя прохлада
Над тихой гаванью морей.
Нам попросить бы ветер надо,
Чтоб зиму он принес быстрей.
Пусть, нарядив лесные ели
Покровом шапок меховых,
С морозом налетят метели.
Придут, как друга встретим их.
Давно уж ждет подарков зимних
Природа робкая полей.
Душа зимою не остынет,
Зимою, свет ее сильней.
The coolness evening - english poems for the Russia
**The coolness evening reigns in the safe harbor of the seas. We ask the wind, he brought more quickly snow us. Suppose, in addition, spruce forest cover it, like snow dress, with white fur little hats. Snowstorm will fly, with frost its will come.- He Come to you. To meet him as a friend. The Nature's forest and the timid fields have waiting for the winter gifts. The winter's Soul do not cool its at a wind. In a winter, only stronger its light is.