Yuri Starostin Poems
Demon. Mikhail Lermontov.
* PART 1 *
The melancholy Demon, the spirit of exile,
He flew over the sinful earth,
And the best days of the memories
Before him crowd by the herd;
Those days, when in the dwelling of light
He shine, the pure cherub,
When the traveling comet
By the kindly smile of greeting
It liked to change the places with him,
When, through the eternal fogs
Greedy of the knowledge, he watched
The wandering caravans
In the space of the abandoned stars;
When he believed and beloved,
The happy firstborn of creation!
Do not know neither a ...
Eyebrows Rasul Gamzatov
Your forehead spacious glade,
And just a little low, about it, -
Two lakes, as though two Sevans.
Two lakes is my languor.
On the coast of the finest lakes -
Each of them separately dreams me -
Two black foxes lies all life,