The Russian Forest
The clean, cold brooks are running,
The foliage around is rustling,
Since childhood,
I have been betrothed to you
My loved Russian Forest!
You have been covered
with flowers or snow
Or with yellow leaves, but
Among maples,
Among fir-trees,
There is my secret house.
And if I had light joy
Or grief – melancholy with tears,
I came to you, my loved forest,
And bent to legs of the birches.
The coverlet of these girlfriend-brides were woven
from the most gentle threads of the sun
We are connected to you with one thread,
My favourite Russian Forest!
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Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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