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Dina Televitskaya Poem
I can do nothing,
I am not suitable for anything.
My soul is trapped in a snow.
Yet there is a small corner of warmth
in my winter soul:
there is always the lilac
and tulips are in bloom.
The river and green forest
and the road to home are there.
All this will be until then,
while my beloved is near to me.
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August races along the street
on a fast horse.
He wants to catch up to red-haired Autumn.
But she is already in a distant kingdom
and does not miss him at all.
The true knight of another's bride,
He smells of apples and flowers,
and accompanied with a guitar,
sings a sad song
somewhere in a forest .
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When it is snowing,
I see my thoughts.
They go round and round
together with snow-flakes
above the earth.
When it is snowing,
I hear voices
of my memories.
They invite me
into the days
of my youth...
When it is snowing,
I sense my own fairy-tales.
They go near my house,
They want to find me,
and to help me.
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It has flown to me.
And it has given me grief.
It was your sad smile.
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This August has gone away
like our childhood –
calmly and almost by chance.
The sky had too many stars
and strewed the earth with them.
I stretched my hands to them,
I tried to catch them.
But they were burning
without any smoke or sound.
And August went away.
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Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA.
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear and asked my father:
" Daddy, will it be war? The USA will throw bombs?"
But he calmed me, he spoke,
"New war with the USA will not be".
I trusted my father - he was at war in 1941 with Hitler and knew all about war.
At that time I could not even imagine
that I might have so much love of the USA in my heart.
My first love - the American literature:
Mark Twain, Jack London, Ray Bradbury.
My further American love - Samantha Smith.
The little girl from the state of Maine.
She too was afraid of war, as I sometime.
She has written to our president a letter,
And he invited her to Moscow.
All Russia loved this wonderful girl.
Now many people here still are afraid.
Many think that the USA is our enemy.
If they could know
about my wonderful American friends!
Poets and children's writers,
Simple American people.
They so are similar to Russian people.
They write verses and prose,
They fall in love and celebrate each weekend,
They are pleased and suffer - similarly to us.
At very hard time in my life
God has given me the true friends from the USA.
I so love them!
I pray for them, and I ask God
to pardon them and protect from illnesses and troubles.
I like the USA, and I suffer because of impossibility to visit there.
My dear Americans!
I wish you happiness, good health and well-being!
Today, in Day of Independence celebrated in the USA.
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Hello, hello, hello!
Autumn has arrived!
The pleasures were in August,
Light grief – in September.
Yellow, red, bronze leaves
are turned, fly as in old times.
October has mixed sad and cheerful thoughts and memories.
There is bad weather in November,
We do not believe that summer has occurred!
Autumn hurries up to leave us and
arrive at her distant house.
My dear friend!
Where you? How you? With whom you?
Were you saved from a disaster?
Snow – rainy porridge
will wash all traces of summer.
In the late autumn, hello!
The sun, like a dog in a kennel.
The pleasures were in August,
Misfortunes and a shower of poems in November.
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Dina Televitskaya Poem
I do so love Rain.
He gives me my new poems.
He is my best friend.
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Again, Autumn leaves us.
Somebody shouts «Trouble, Misfortune!»
We shall not accuse the wind
which has torn off all leaves.
Autumn goes away imperceptibly,
like the wife who
no longer likes her marriage.
She only will smile nodding affably,
And from rain, as from fruit of the vine,
we are already drunk.
Leaves fly from trees like birds.
We want to sing and love.
We take a shawl as protection
from a laughing blizzard
and put it on the frozen linden tree.
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I want to see you,
I want to hear your warm voice
Come to my dream, please!
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