Zarema What I Thought Rasul Gamzatov Poem by Yuri Starostin

WHAT I THOUGHT
Slightly I pursed a lips,
Like thought:
'Well,
To coordinate the actions
You're begin with me now.
Will jump out of a bed
And run on my voice.
And sings a song at the cradle
In the stillness of the night
I will teach you under the moon.
And I can
No matter how you work
To intersept you on the day
And for the tenth or the hundredth time
And I'm burdened you
By a paternal care.
I will admit my rules,
And as a kid, you will with me
To play a hide-and- seek,
Will, like on a gymnastic,
Stand down by a head.
You will submit to me,
To do that I command,
Than I demand laugh
Than I will take and anger.
Than I engage by the game,
Then all relatives switched
And, being older, sometimes
Will obey me.
A curiosity is not a fad,
I will pester all by a questions:
'For what? ..
Why? ..
Whence?
How much? ..
Where and why? '
And then you should be
Many times for sure
To become a pacer,
I would be- the dashing rider.
And now no simple you do
Linger somewhere
And back home late,
Gently pushing a door in a chest.
The small girl may
To be the mediator and the judge -
I `ll stop all quarrels between the mother
And you.
And if happened
You get suddenly inadvertently
At the high edge
The idea flicker for a one moment:
'Eh, to born better a son! ' -
The idea flicker, and will see
On your face,
That you, poet, ashamed
This thought for you.
If an eyebrows moving by a cloud,
You become sad from an adversity,
I am -a warm spring ray -
Will thaw an ice on a heart'.