Russian Gioconda - Poem by Liza Sud
Dedicated to Natalia Bondarchuk
When you pronounce a word 'Solaris' -
The distance peers into my room.
With something truthful I’m uniting,
As before death, for everything feel gloom.
It seems to me that someone loves me,
And God with patience looks at me.
I pray to Him, in search of magic,
With which the mankind seeks to meet.
You are unknown to me and far away.
But you’ve revealed to me eternal world.
Delighting it, I never go astray,
But it, like God, my spirit has transformed
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