Рецензия на «Сергей Есенин - Закружилась листва золотая» (Мария Шандуркова)
The golde leaves started rounding In the rosy water in pond. So the light flock of the butterflies Are flying to star, being caught. I like today evening quiet, Close to heart are golden fields. A juniour wind raised the hem high Up to the birch's shoulders. Coolness is in soul and valley, The blue twilight is like a ship's herd, Behind the quiet garden's wicket gates Rings and stops ringing a bell. Never in life I was so cautious Of my love feelings thoughtful, tenacious, Well Людмила 31 11.12.2012 14:37 • Заявить о нарушении
it would be as willow's boughs
To fall down to pinkness of waters. Well it would be to smile at the hay-stack, With a moon's muzzle chewing this hay... Where, where are you, my silent pleasure? Loving all - any wish not to have! Людмила 31 11.12.2012 14:45 Заявить о нарушении
Поздравляю вас, Людмила! Это прекрасно!С теплом!
Мария Мария Шандуркова 11.12.2012 20:51 Заявить о нарушении
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