"There is a hot sun, naive children ..." Bashny.Net

There hot sun, naive children,
Precious joy tunes and books.
If not - then in fact there were, in fact there were in the world
And Beethoven, Pushkin, Heine, and Grieg ...

There are invisible creativity in every moment -
The clever word, a smile, in the glare of the eye.
Be the creator! Builds golden moments -
Every day there are meditation and spicy ecstasy ...

Infinitely shameful in a fit of grief
Voluntarily disappear as a shadow on the glass.
Is new meetings have otsiyali?
Unless the dogs live on the earth?

If I myself am gloomy, as the Dutch black
(Smile, smile on my comparison!),
This black color - a raid by drainage,
It Muse I looked at the spear.

Wait a minute! I szhivus with his new home -
As spring starling zapoyu on a spear!
Deafened your ears gypsy fun!
Give a deadline to understand cursed rags.

Stay! So little is caring and honest ...
Stay! Only in the land of their excuses.
Places I do not know - look for the unknown,
Like you, lying motionless in the dust.

If you are the best throw in the span,
Skisnet the world of flightless hyenas and fools!
Falling in love with unaccountable joy of flight,
Expand your soul to the full boundaries.

Whether wife or husband, sister or brother,
Midwives, artist, nurse, physician,
Give - and trembling, not tyanis for return:
All hearts are opened with this key.

There are islands of solitude thought -
Be smart and do not be afraid to have a rest.
There cliffs hovering over the dark water -
You can think of ... and throwing stones into the water.

A question ... Questions do not know the answer -
Plaque inflame and umchat as measles.
Solomon left us two wise advice:
Run away from longing and fools do not argue.

Sasha Cherny 1910





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