Lyudmila Purgina Poems

In the linden garden, great and vast,
And innocent, and old,
I'm walking with a mandolin in the gown,
So beautiful and so long,
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It's so easy to stay on the edge,
As if the wall, invincible to racking,
Then bliss the evil by the kindness...
When you have wings behind your back.
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By Nikolai Nekrasov

How you are mild, how humble,
Obedient to be his slave.
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The constellations're
twinkling in the heaven,
And hands, as if theirself,
are stretching to the fire...
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Say, that I'm guilty of neglecting of my debt
For all the good, you'd done for me before,
That I forgot your your cherished theshold and
Denied, though I'm tied to bonds,
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And I stopped smiling, a frosty wind
Is freezing all my lips this time.
One hope's lesser. One song - seems
To be once more. I know the rhyme.
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You have thought not of that,
And you thought that not perfect.
This was not really that,
That was not this although.
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I CAN be in all the times simultaneously!
I'm - the ray of recollection.
In days - when I was yet unaware of fear,
In days, that are distant in memory.
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It's so light on the heart from a good song,
It never bores us or teases for miss.
The song is loved by all villages, towns,
And song is loved by all great cities, indeed.
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What force attracts us to each other?
Sometimes it's so unintelligible:
It won't be grudge of tendeness or parting,
All will be in the life, indeed.
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