Yuri Starostin Poems
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Demon. Mikhail Lermontov.
* PART 1 *
The melancholy Demon, the spirit of exile,
He flew over the sinful earth,
And the best days of the memories
Before him crowd by the herd;
Those days, when in the dwelling of light
He shine, the pure cherub,
When the traveling comet
By the kindly smile of greeting
It liked to change the places with him,
When, through the eternal fogs
Greedy of the knowledge, he watched
The wandering caravans
In the space of the abandoned stars;
When he believed and beloved,
The happy firstborn of creation!
Do not know neither a ...
Katrine Valery Alalykin
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»