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And there are three of us
And there are three of us
And there are three of us.
We are romantics, we are young people.
And the dream and the sea call us
The future calls.
There's a lot we don't know
But we'll grow up and understand
We want everything at once
Life is a sweet dream.
Tired of uncertainty
Tired of common words
I want simple logic
I want to say: "My beloved"!
If the poet is in pain,
He screams in pain, my sire.
If it's good
He will fill the whole world with happiness.
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You can't call the sun a luminary
It's too common.
The sun is so cute
And make anyone nice.
If you open your soul to him.
And if boredom has gnawed at you
And boredom is unnecessary peace.
Look at the heavenly body
And open your soul to him.
Save the life-giving light
Keep warm in the shower.
And in the form of kindness
Give it to people.
Don't call the sun shining
It's too common.
After all, the sun is a favorite.
After all, the sun is a favorite.
You can't call the sun a luminary
It's too common.
The sun is so cute
The Epicurean Manifesto
You haven't forgotten
That we are free
And you are free and I am.
We do not recognize restrictions
And we enjoy everything and always.
We despise stupid nobodies
Let 's make the mundane spiritual
And from the sky we will cast down the deities
We believe in life with you.
We will study life
The difficult fate of a person
To know his soul
Write in free verse
Growing into a poet.
Why do we need to print poems
After all, we should not be understood
No one will break us off
We are true to our principle.
The principle of complete freedom
Mental and physical
But not promiscuity
And intellectual freedom
This will be our life
And not a mythical image.
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Glauben w?rde ihm durch den Glauben, der heilt, der freundlich und sympathisch ist.
Und es gab nichts zu bereuen und Zweifel w?rde weg und cum mayatsya
Und Frieden finden.
Aber halt.
Welche Tugenden haben die Gl?ubigen?
Aber Menschen, die mit einer Idee infiziert sind
Sie z?hlen auch nicht!
Dann glaube an deine Idee.
Vertraue deinem Gott.
Und du wirst nicht bereuen
Dass ich den falschen Weg gew?hlt habe.
Jede Stra?e ist leer
Wenn die Seele wei? ist
Wenn dein Gewissen rein ist
Wenn der Traum hell ist.
Im Leben ist alles in der N?he
Leben und Tod
Klug, dumm
Ausatmen, einatmen.
Es ist alles in der N?he.
Aber es gibt keine Hauptsache
Einer, der alles versteht.
Und der helfen konnte.
Etwas gro?es ?bernat?rliches
Vielleicht sogar Gott.
Ein Mensch ohne Glauben kann nicht leben.
Er muss an etwas glauben
In der Liebe- du wirst lieben.
In einem geliebten das Herz wird vertrauen.
Ich beneide die Gl?ubigen.
Sie haben Gott.
Noch w?rde. Wenn ich an ihn geglaubt h?tte
Jede Stra?e war gut.
Und das Ziel ist in der N?he.
Und ich kann nicht in Gott.
Und an Menschen ist es schwer zu glauben.
Die Menschen der Seele haben sich hinter Suponi versteckt.
Sie wissen nicht, was alle ihre Laster sind
Sichtbar wie auf der Handfl?che.
Wenn ich glaubte, w?rde ich eine gute reine Seele werden.
Es gab keine erb?rmlichen Zweifel
Es g?be keine Faulheit
Und ich w?rde mir sagen:
"Schau, Sasha, wie sch?n die Welt ist!
Wie ungew?hnlich sch?n!
Du dachtest, er w?re schrecklich.
Ohne Poesie. Primitiv.
Nein!
Sieh dir die Leute an.
Eine wunderbare Palette von Gef?hlen.
Eh ?berall auf der Erde
Den Menschen w?rde das Gl?ck schenken.
What a day! A
beautiful day! The
soul sings.
Oh my God!
How easy it is to live!
People, look around.
The sun is all around.
The sun.
And the air is clean.
I'm glad.
I'm glaring at people.
Into the trees.
Into the air.
I wink at the sun.
Flirting with the wind.
Memories are like bees
Bustling buzzing
And build
Lived episodes
honeycombs.
And how long have I lived?
I asked myself involuntarily.
Quite insignificant.
And thoughts fluttered
And the breeze came in waves
Refreshing
Caressed
Calming
Me.
Oh, Tomik, I remembered you!
My first love and deity.
I loved you
Pushkin would say
Idolized
I would say.
I was immersed in magic.
The Magical World
Tomka gave it to me
And inspiration, pathos and love.
And Tom is going through everything
And she throws timid glances after him.
Poor Tamarka doesn't know yet.
That I love her.
I worship.
But I'm not coming yet.
I repent.
I'm embarrassed of her.
I love platonically
Purely poetically.
Or maybe I 'll come up
Everything happens in the world.
While we're just
riding with her
By bike.
I like this kind of love
We ride, we laugh loudly
And she gets upset
Poor girl.
But I won't find
the words until I dare to approach her
Don't say the word love to me
Better later.
Everything is still ahead.
Come on, it's hot enough
Write about love.
My favorite Tamarka.
I'm sorry.
It's hard for me
no matter how good.
16 years already.
And I'm still nobody.
I will be 17 years old soon
And what could I do?
And what have I done?
What feat have I accomplished?
Why have I lived for 16 years?
There are rays of
dreams in my soul
In the midst of the darkness of loneliness
Psychology of throwing
Creative writing.
How naive I was
And how funny he loved
Yes, I've changed a little now.
I don't have many friends.
I was too strict with them.
How naive I was.
But I said goodbye to her.
We will gain wisdom over the years
Let 's leave naivety in youth
We will find friends and comrades.
We fully know life.
Here is man and here is nature
Light, rays, rustling leaves.
Of course, from year to year
You and I will be better.
It was a year ago with Tamarka
I've matured more this year
And my view is already unclouded
I see the world more and more clearly.
Not only the first love
Able to ascend with inspiration
Not only the first love
Capable of leaving with bitterness.
Not only the first love
Capable of hurting and forgiving
With him into the eternal past
Take away a piece of the heart.
I fell in love
It's completely different
Quite , quite
Not like a boy
My dear toy
I fell in love with a beautiful beautiful
Another
I don't know whether to cry with bitterness
Or to rejoice in a new luminary
And is it really possible?
Suddenly fall in love with another?
She is closer and understandable to me
And the voice is trembling beckoning
It sounds so gentle and pleasant
Wrapping velvet around me.
I don 't know whether to cry bitterly
All conscientiousness will be excused
After all, a year ago I loved Tamarka!
Or did I just change? I
draw
her and send greetings in my thoughts
Pigtails apron is just a mystery
And I listen to her answers
Beautiful in physics.
But still I won't forget you
My first look, my Tamarka.
Thanks to you, I wanted to be
As romantic as Petrarch.
Thanks to you, the diary appeared
I wrote a lot of impressions there.
You are Tomka my life-giving spring.
I learned my first love with you.
Bicycles, summer, laughter
Wonderful magic rays
Today I am a student. I've grown up.
I'm sorry.
I haven't forgotten you.
And I won't forget to death.
That the first love was.
And that there will be no such thing.
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