Hoffmanniada - My Beloved Cartoon Poem by Liza Sud

Hoffmanniada - my beloved cartoon.
There every frame is godly masterpiece!
Its cost is surely billions of rubles,
In all, they did it for seventeen years.

But I found out about it afterwards,
First, watching it all through like mesmerized,
I couldn't get enough of every shot:
There magically built are frame and light!

At every little doll they worked for months,
And their eyes move so vividly!
And gorgeous clothes with golden monograms
Are rustling gently and exquisitely!

There is an opera house where Hoffmann
Up to the ceiling suddenly will grow,
And then they all sit in glass flasks - how close
It is to me and my images' source.

His work in the gloom of the chancelleries,
View of a river calms and pacifies.
And he means such a refined poetry,
And his nose is like a thought from afar.

A spyglass which is able to transform
And shows not the real but the desired!
Slowdown of senses, light phenomenons,
The German game - the spirits soars, inspires!

Here meanings, senses show exillity,
And so touchy are the children's eyes
Kind of the kindest - the Sandbox may seem,
Olympia - a warm dream - in his hands.

As in a dream, so happy, spacy, strange,
Where beams are penetrating from the sun -
Hoffmaniada's taking me away
To its own world, so in tune with mine.