Lyudmila Purgina Poems

In the foreign land I use to stick to
The old custom of the place -
I let out a bird to freedom,
When it is a spring holiday.
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There are the three dark singers now:
Shikhmatov, Shakhovsky, Shishkov.
And there are the three wise men in front of -
Shishkov, Shakhovsky, and Shikhmatov.
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By Bulat Okudzhava (both words and music)

1. The birds stop singing here,
The trees stop growing here.
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By Bella Akhmadulina

In that may... Oh, in that month
I had such light and fair feeling,
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By Nasyr Khosrov

In a shadow of a plane tree - a pumpkin's grown.
And it has stretched out her lashes numerous.
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By Alexander Blok

Look, here is the powerless man,
Who was unable to save the life,
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It's TIME - the destiny to us had said...
You are included into such a strange, but play...
Play and get risk - there's the ocean of rates...
And there will be - the joys, and the malicious fate...
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Taking a step into the boiling stream of Time -
Be careful. It is both severe, mild...
And look behind, your look into the past
Will get the deepness in the perfect silence.
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The fragile feelings're scattered before us
As the transparent pieces of glass...
The car has dissappeared from the eyes,
But mix of splinters - under feet are lying...
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To go through... the eternal cold...
The eternity...
For the new BIRTH in this Reality...
Into this warm world...
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