By Yashenko DaryaЯшенко Дарья Говорят, мечты не умирают… Просто угасают, словно свечи… В небе светлым облакам растают, Тихим снегом упадут на плечи… It is said, that dreams do not die ever...It may diminish as the c...

I've counted earlier the happinessBy my kisses so sweet, but today -I became of this matter so tired.I don't love anybody today. And by tears I've counted my life,My mutionus life in a row.But at that time I was merged in love,...

Having accepted this world as a bright gift,As a pile of gold, I turned to be rich.I look now: as a fire burningAnd rising up - your eyes gleam.How light world turned to be, how creepy!The town is dazzled with a fire sheaf.The...

In all I wish to find the inner core -In labour, courses of my way,In heart's confuse.In essence of the passing days,In their reasons,In their foundation, their roots,Their beginning.By grasping at the time their threadOf t...

For all, for all I thank you, dear:For secret woes of my passion's clue,For bitterness and poison of you kisses,For a foe's anger, my friend's chew,For heat of soul, which was lost in desert,For all, that I accepted wrong...Let mak...

In a trouble motley and unusefulOf the high society and courtI've kept the cold eye, the pureAnd modest heart, the freedomOf mind, the fire of a truth so noble, And I was as a child kind; I've smiled at a crowd foolish, I've ju...

One time (I can remind it with affection)I was a tender nurse for you,And I was filled with admiration -You was a charming baby, true.And you have blossomed really now -With awe, with worship in my heart, With involuntary eye's pow...

She'd come from the wild distance -a daughterOf nights and of the other far times.Her relatives were absent, the heavensFailed then in shining on her at once.But sphynx with his face, though foraminous,Caressed her at the Neva-river,...

I thought, my heart has left abilityTo starve and sufferIn its easy manner.I said: the former usual beingIs null and void now forever!All ecstasy and all griefs coupledTogether, and the gullibility Have gone...But here is a...

1.When in the leaves so moist and redA cluster of a mountain ash does redden, -When butcher the last nail does hammerInto my palm with his slim hand, -When above lead ripples of rivers In damp and grey height before eyesOf a st...