Egor Rybakov "Moscow is silent. Selected poems"

Endless sensuality that is boundlessly mesmerizing. Tenderness that works wonders and changes a person beyond recognition. Love that grows with pain and suffering and eventually blooms like an extraordinary orchid. Every line of mine is saturated with all-consuming love and boundless tenderness. The life lessons that my beloved women gave me raised and raised me as a real man: loving and always appreciating the kindness and warmth of a woman’s soul.

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And you will become my cure for eternal dissipation.

Tell quietly about all your mistakes inВ life

That I got lost and didn’t know what you did yourself,

That IВ have become so important and completely superfluous,

And you ran away from sincere happiness and goodness.

Love me always…

Love me… in a stormy spring,

When the streams flow around

And everyone is inВ good mood,

And the sun shines inВ the blueВ sky.

Love me… in a fierce winter,

When aВ blizzard rages outside the window

When the moon covers the sky with darkness,

And you constantly remember the sea coast.

And in the fall… do not forget to warm me,

So IВ want your warmth and affection,

Do not disappear at all inВ work,

Come toВ me toВ warm up without fear.

And in the summer… God commanded to love always,

When nature is… so gentle and good,

You will carry your love through the years

Your body and soul will live inВ bliss.

Love me when i’m weak or strong

When healthy as a bull… or sick,

When I’m an adult or infantile

When… I hardly know my language.

Love me… when I reject you

Sometimes you gently dip into the coolness

I’m used to you… without flattery, I confess

Be near you… always love me…

Fallen Angel

Recently you soared inВ theВ sky

Feeding on the sun, warmВ wind

And this world was wonderful, magic,

And everything was great this summer.

As soon as the golden autumn has come,

You wanted toВ know the hidden prohibitions

Your friend tasted the sweet fruit

And on this day you took off your vows.

You have recognized passion, languor, lust,

You enjoyed it all toВ the fullest,

Thought life wasn’t so bad

And all the fuss around is just one vanity.

Years passed and got much older

And everything is boring, it does not please atВ all,

And IВ remembered how wonderful it was before

As day after day IВ dreamed, did not know the problems.

And then one early warm morning,

You greased your wings, rubbed and combed

But the skills, unfortunately, are vaguely remembered,

Without modesty, he put himself on aВ pedestal.

And the whole day you remembered your flights,

As IВ rushed toВ the sky, IВ flew there for aВ long time,

You have not experienced long falls andВ ups,

And you were happy, loved, bored, dreamed.

And aВ little towards evening the fallen angel cried,

That IВ wanted so headlong toВ go toВ heaven,

And soon he fell asleep, was very tired,

And only in a dream… he flew up like a bird boldly.

InВ search ofВ aВ feminine ideal

When your boy is growingВ up

He reaches out toВ his mother with his soul,

He always trusts his secrets,

And sometimes he turns for advice.

Sister will always warm, protect,

Will prompt and cheer youВ up,

And all the insults will drown out the string,

And will always embrace you tenderly.

You trust your friend with tender dreams

She will warm, caress with her heart,

And he will often go toВ dreams,

Undoubtedly, you will not forget it, believeВ me.

And soon he will turn into aВ man,

And childhood dreams will remain inВ theВ soul

And he will look for half,

Or maybe he can trust his fate.

And may he meet the female ideal,

And I’m not talking about a model standard,

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