Tuesday, March 19, 2013
To Michael Greenberg From Montreal Valery Alalykin
To the departure to Canada 8 days.
The Love - fine whether!
But to farewell with the daughter -
Is more sick! -
And quickly ashes away the euphoria …
I all have grown by the heart to Tolyatti.
Russia to me -the native mother.
The young birch in the white dress -
Her by Nastyona to calling.
She is by the roots too all in Tolyatti.
Her leaflets are so still gentle,
And to touch her dress,
Here the kind, care and love are need
And you are in far Montreal,
Where too there is the Nature a marvellous face,
My Nastyona you wait in the grief.
And give to you God of Love! But is not for a short instant...
Today I went to a birchwood.
The birches rustled to me by the foliage:
«You do not grieve and relate simple.
Believe in the destiny and do calm the heart»
And I have solved: all depends on the belief.
The destiny is always in the hands of a people.
Who believe, that sees more clear
And with the believe is always stronger!
Let in Montreal the candles are not light,
When in Tolyatti the fires light up.
No a matter in it! The human souls
Are always near, when they are similar!
Topic(s) of this poem: life