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I call on all who are humiliated to surmount
Your sadness, deep depression of the soul,
To dare finally in spite of this world cruel,
To soar over a host of rocks and mounds!
T. Campanella
Call'd social, haunts of Hate, and Vice, and Care:
How lonely every freeborn creature broods!
The sweetest song-birds nestle in a pair;
The eagle soars alone; the gull and crow
Flock o'er their carrion, just like men below.
Byron
In world is not a bliss, but are repose and will,
Long time last two are my strongly desired field,
Exhausted slave of cash, I dreamed about flight,
In a seclusion of a tranquil life and pure delight.
A. Pushkin
He who has lived and thought,
Despised people in his heart,
As he who felt, was bothered,
By spectres of days which gone past.
A. Pushkin
The high rock, once upon a time has raised, 1
Near the shore of the Pacific. Do behold,
A castle on her top might has been based,
An Eagle' Nest it aptly would been called.
Tsunami smashed a city North-Kurilsk completely, 2
While this rock cut through giant waves as a knife,
Winds, blizzards polished all it sides constantly,
The rock met firmly hurricanes in days and nights.
There is a pillar that stands nearby in water, 3
A few slabs need to put to reach main ground,
To drive beyond from your personal border,
To live in harmony with world around.
Avacha is a cozy large and misty bay,
Coming in it, sailors can see Three stone brothers, 4
Cyclops had hurled them onto russian Odyssey,
They are too small than this crag, call it rather.
Such huge a crag Polypheme could not rise. 5
Then how did this stone stump popped up?
Such bombs could only volcanoes to erupt,
When a peninsular began to form his maze.
One day I went to those ocean’ bluffs, 6
To see from them their cerulean cuffs,
The way off-road rather tiresome was there,
And pretty far from Petropavlovsk were.
I met a brown bear, this big beast Kamchatsky 7
Is brisky, so man has no chance to run from him,
My guardian angel is Rev. Seraphim Sarovsky,
Again he helped me here to prolong life term.
Earthquake in Great ocean bottom, 8
Is able to spawn waves awfully tall,
Bringing a devastation in minutes,
Vast damage and a big deaths toll.
This chump don't fear waves of any tall, 9
Since he is higher, than that water' wall,
If only I been from a prosperous society,
I would lived here on this crag in gaiety.
Designed by the best architects, 10
This castle of mine so high should be,
That Commander's islands outskirts,
And Klyuchevskoy volcano one could see.
Before one year would been gone, 11
All works'd finished under a castle dome,
There I would have meet every a sunrise,
On blazing horizon among sea paradise.
To fish a mackerel 20 lbs, would be a luck, 12
The fight with this fish will not be in vain,
Fried tuna also has an excellent a smack,
Isn’t it fine an appetizer for a glass of wine!
I know what the bait she gotta catches, 13
Since already was trapped in LA waters,
As well as crabs and shrimps and oysters.
Man, sure, needs a woman's match,
Once, weary from a dizzy life, maybe, 14
My first wife Ann would has return to me,
A modest meal without servant would be done,
She would got with a cat a nap on a divan.
In spite of a meager soil on this rock, 15
One even now can see there a green grass,
So in a castle Flora might got decent stock,
Of splendid plants in bloom for joy to us.
My own miracle castle here, not in Alps, 16
I would build in Pacific on a stone basalt,
And on his dome I would observed in telescope,
Stars on a heaven, ships on sea in a big scope.
From stars of Moscow rambling on an earth, 17
One can get Covid not necessary of course,
From power, which from a bad to worse go,
And from a frequent breakthroughs vertigo.
Few links with friends, their perishing a bit, 18
On Skype, via e-mail, I would have kept it,
I wouldn't forget the way to the mainland,
In Germany, DC, states LA, CA, Maryland.
Yet most of the time would there run, 19
On search for true comprehension,
What led to the situation current one,
Those reasons why we got depression?
A lot of money will be spent on the castle, yet, 20
There will remain even a larger sum of that,
I living there humbly, spending very little,
Would give the rest to poor - mitigate their bitter.
In the meantime the crag is like a hermit, 21
Looks as dirty-white, as Dover rocks,
Serving as nests for feathered flocks,
Their excretion, throwing anywhere it.
Since Berezovsky, is known as to be, 22
Rus tycoon, has run not here - in London,
Yet it was also sad to live there probably,
If hanged himself in bathroom of his condo.
Rains, waves and snow wash crag sides, 23
Frequently winds from everywhere blow,
But loons and cormorants its litter sow,
So dirty-white leaks are always abides.
They can't wash off these mucus smudges, 24
As I can't build up castle on the Eagle stone,
Because my pocket, pity, is not so widest,
And wife Ann carried far by flow Phlegethon.
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Like she was, I am also such a sinner, 25
Therefore a seclusion for pure delight,
At least for me nowhere can be seen,
Not far from her and I will be, all right.
And yet I hope nonetheless, that once, 26
There will come brave enterprising one,
To implement a wish to soar over the Ocean,
As a proud eagle, not as a fussy cormorant…
24 èþíÿ 2020 ã.