The Poem of Hoping.

The summer has arrived suddenly. The St.Petersburg White nights still hug our city gently. A lilac fog Fills the atmosphere around, In spite of the fact that the lilac has already faded, And sweet aroma of a jasmine Turns our heads, excites and intoxicates us. There is Heat, and the thunderstorms with rain here, Flowers and the charming bumblebees live on my loggia. But why don't the melancholy and alarms leave me? I think of the next autumn and winter. Maybe, they have already started to approach to us. No! This is wrong! I shall forget them for a while. I shall take inspiration from a lilac fog, I shall be drunk with aroma of jasmine, I shall have fun, listening to the rain, I shall write new poems for my friends . And, maybe, the summer will delay in my soul for a long time.