Katrine Valery Alalykin Poem by Yuri Starostin

Katrine Valery Alalykin



Katrine
To you I will not come today.
The stars in the sky were scattered by the flakes.
Here again I go melancholy
On the wheat with the tight ears.
In the field there is nobody, I am one.
And where I go, myself I do not know.
To me recently has told Katrine:
«It is hard to me with you the fidget»
I will not find till now myself.
In a wet field the wheat ears.
I have lost the native wife!
And with another to live not desire very much.
I hear a voice: Katrine calls …
Not guilty woman has approached
And at home me silently conducts...
She is visible, by God to me the bequeath.
- I do heated the banya me do.
The winds during a rain put to us to a cold.
You would not descend, Misha, from the mind.
I after all too love you from the youth.
I will walk today on you,
Whips the soul from by the hot broom,
You will revive in the oak foliage
And you will not become the uncomplaining captive.
You forgive that else I will tell:
Your Lyuba met Grigory.
I thought: here I do ashame!
Come not in time - have broken in the foothills.
All after all street knew about that,
As he was equipped her by the boots.
Muzhiks have threatened by a sickle
To spend to him directly between the legs.
- The mother is fair! - I soonly begun to see clearly -
Well the fool I am, after all a money was not! .
Here Grigory what was the fellow.
That Ljuba in the bed did arena.
Only here I have suddenly found myself!
And with Katrine I was violently vapored.
This time I have surpassed myself!
And to Katrine I was pleasant for the first time.
11.12.2011

Sunday, March 10, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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