Zarema I Do Acquainted With My Father Rasulgamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

I do acquainted with my father
Good the poet sung, and easy breathing chest, and, of course, could not wait to take a look at me quickly. All poets are a dreamers. Because the poet decided that I arrived from an another planet, like a bright light. A daughter is no worse than a son. And for the first time I appeared for a show, as an paintings on an exhibition. And he came in amazement: 'My daughter - a feast for the eyes! ' And stared, opened a mouth, through a window casement. I cried with a fear and did not know about the one thing that my crying does not hurt a person's hearing outside the window, my lament that sounds like a violin, a flute or as a zurna, for a man whose smile was jubilant at the window. He thought: 'Say to be mild! Quite similar to the onion dome, have not account a wight more tiny to see for me.