Poems about love to tears. Poems touching to tears The snowstorm is noisy and the snow is falling...

It’s not true... They renounce, loving...
Pulling out sharp splinters...
Tired of the continuous rain...
In which tears are hidden alone...
Tired of endless “understanding”...
From unnecessary rhymes and cold insomnia...
It’s absurd to change the soul’s charter,
Tormented by the memory of what “it was”...
Of course, they renounce, loving...
To save yourself... Wishing well...
And, renouncing with pain, leaving,
They break their wings and slide over the edge...
It’s not true... They renounce, loving...
Become familiar with the familiar loneliness
In a country with a gray name “Without You”...
And everything magical becomes ordinary...
The carriage is in a pumpkin, Cinderella is in a broom...
An apron - instead of a fairy-tale dress...
And - march step by step - to a sad country,
Keeping hugs in memories...
Only a crystal slipper - like a reproach -
Standing on the windowsill without a pair...
Pots, washing... Stupid fairy tales of nonsense.
Everything was clear... from the very beginning.
Believe me... They renounce, loving...

I'm destined to love from afar
To love, caressing with your gaze and jealous,
To everyone who looked back at you,
To a friend - who hugged her while dancing.
Not destined to cling to your chest,
Feel your heart beating.
On a sigh, dying of melancholy,
I am not destined to warm myself in your love.
I'm destined to love from afar,
At night, when all the people are sleeping,
I remember our meetings with you
And your gaze is not directed at me,
And the hands that did not fall on my shoulders.
It is not destined to kiss those hands,
To touch your hair and your lips.
I can only hug you in my dreams
And I don’t want to wake up from your caresses,
At night, when all people are sleeping.

If you want to leave, then leave
if you want to love, then love,
if you want to fly, then fly,

If you want fire, don't go dark
if you want me, then take me,
my soul is squeezing, so throw away the belts,
just forgive me, just forgive me...
If you want to be silent, then be silent,
if you want to scream, then scream,
if someone knocks on your door, let him in,
just forgive me, just forgive me...
If you want to smoke, then smoke
if you want to chop, then chop,
what I couldn’t convey to you,
please listen, just understand...
I'm sorry that I dropped my hands in tears,
losing hope, I asked for forgiveness,
that by betraying love, I missed my destiny,
I'm sorry for this, I'm sorry for this...

This winter has been too cruel

An image that remains sharply in my memory:
“In a black coat, in a hood... home.”
To a house where all the walls are riddled with crying,
To a house where everything is alien and not a soul.
Someone lived here... or just loomed,
Someone touched me... But not YOU!
Yes, I tried to return... or quit.
I remember screaming hysterically into the darkness:
"Autumn! bring back this fall again!
I beg you, bring back your dream!”
The wind scattered prayers around the world...
This morning someone was pleased with the snow...
I didn't live - I counted the moments
This winter lasted for several years...
This winter has been too cruel
Too cold and too alien...
I waited! Only in memory with a prick:
“Darling, beloved, why should I??? Native"

She cried. Through the eyelashes
Through the pillow, the running mascara,
Kisses, forgotten faces
And the moon in the reflections of puddles.
Denies a broken heart
This bitter truth and lies,
The cup of troubles, I will not drink to the end...
Do you love? No? Don't you love?.. Well...
What should an offended girl do?
After all, it’s still a long way until the morning...
Forgotten. Humiliated by love.
And on the verge of evil and good.
Thoughts run wild like a black demon,
Chasing away a healing dream:
Swallow something?.. Hange?..
Or just step over the balcony?..
Soon what was dripping will dry up,
And all the pain from insults will disappear,
In the meantime, she just cried,
She just sobbed bitterly...

Thin silk touching your wrist,
I would give you my affection.
Without dividing our happiness into parts,
I would spin you around in this fairy tale.
On the cheek a stream of warm shower
I would run to the very foothills...
On my knees, but still a Goddess
With the nobility of porcelain skin.
Delicate velvet touch
I breathe infinity into you.
Know that it is in these moments
I gave you my tenderness...

How often do you make mistakes in life?
we lose those we value,
Trying to please others,
sometimes we run from our neighbors,
We lift up those who are not worth us,
and we betray the most faithful,
To the one who abandoned us,
we are going for help again,
We despise those who are honest with us,
We ourselves forgive everything to the enemy,
We are waiting for an apology from a friend,
We don’t suffer from someone else’s pain,
we give ours to someone else,
we only notice our heart,
We’ll break the other one ourselves!
We leave those who love,
to someone who is not waiting for us at all,
In the empty we find beauty
and drink the sweet honey of deception,
This is how we lose our happiness,
and we follow the ghost,
It's so hard for us all to understand
We realize everything so late!! !

Hold my hand, listen
How your heart breaks out of your chest.
The angels sing to me - “Stay!”
And the devils shout - “Go away!”
So many lies, so much pain...
Who's next this time?
The door is closed. Powerless will
Transparent scream, fragments of phrases.
I'm lost in the labyrinths
Help me find the light.
Probably someone's cruel joke
A blank wall is a mute answer.
And I don't believe in the stars anymore
They see everything, but are silent.
And all the doors are locked again...
But I don’t have the strength to knock anymore.
It was a little and gone,
Like the smoke of cheap cigarettes...
Bury your own feelings
Leave, put under ban.
The doors are closed between us,
And the keys are lost again,
It is no longer possible to search for them,
Even though the heart says - look...

You and I have sinful love -
We rarely meet on the sly...
We have an earthly passion, not the passion of the gods -
But every date is still wonderful...
You are someone else's husband, I am someone else's wife,
We can't get along like oak and rowan
What a pity that you didn’t meet me first,
You put the ring on the wrong half...
I love you not with my mind but with my soul
I'm a bird flying like a fire
With you, even to hell, even to the whirlpool...
Or maybe I'm just dreaming???
Perhaps you are a mirage, perhaps you are a prince,
Who came from the palace of the air,
Or maybe you are a cool, light breeze,
That in the hour of the night tenderly merged with me...
Your eyes... you can drown in them,
From your tender words, from your caresses I melt...
It's scary to think that someday
I won't meet you anywhere...

You asked - Why do I love you?
What do you like most about you?
Losing my head next to you,
I can't find my answer...
Why I love you, I don’t know exactly.
I love your smile and eyes.
I love to snuggle close to you at night,
Wrap around you like a vine.
I love talking to you on the phone,
Go to exhibitions and cinemas together.
And in the evening along the streets of friends
Go home when it's already dark.
I like the way we have dinner together
How we wake up together with you.
That we love the same songs
Why are you so unique?
The way you are is the way I love you
We will be together, to spite the skeptics.
Seducing and jealous like a woman,
I know I'm lucky to have you.
Leave doubts on this autumn day.
It’s not clear even to me.
I love you without any explanation.
And I want you, my man!

Someone else's happiness in my bed
I’ve been calling mine for two weeks now.
The soul silently cries in pain
Someone else's happiness is my task.
It comes, always unexpectedly.
It is a deep wound in the heart.
Stays for a short time. Doesn't ask for much
Brings warmth and joy with it.
When he leaves, the walls turn grey.
And the air is full of guilt - betrayal.
It's time to wake up. My task -
Someone else's happiness! No, I'm not crying.
It’s just a headwind of separation.
It's just an eternal circle of bad luck...
It's just a feeling that there is no escape...
Someone else's happiness. My decision.

It’s not that I can’t live without you,
I can, of course, just do it differently.
Live my whole life as if I'm on the run,
Changing addresses, myself, acquaintances.
And again I will begin to notice little,
And every day, as if in a circle.
Maybe I'll understand more
And remember how close we are to each other.
It's not like you'll die without me,
You will live, but only differently...
When you don't expect anyone in the evening,
And you rarely cry out of sadness about something.
We can live without each other, that's true
But, you know, it’s different.
After all, happiness is not some trifle,
And it’s happiness to know that you are waiting at home...

Having sipped the cocktail of desires lightly,
I drink your breath, barely breathing...
And the tenderness of the exciting hand
Caresses the velvet skin, slowly...
Closing my eyes, I fly there with you,
Where the firmament is woven with star silk,
Where is the moon at the mirror pond
Our happiness is sewn with golden thread...
Darling! I'm with you, hand in hand,
And the thrill of kisses on the lips...
Separation will dissolve in the distance like a haze,
In heavenly turquoise lace.
The sky will scatter emeralds on silks,
Weaves a golden thread around the edge...
How, oh my angel, should I pray to the gods,
What could unite us forever?..

I'm alone in this abandoned world
Hiding again from the harsh winter.
I'm alone, in an empty apartment,
I say, “I don’t need feelings”
She hid her pain behind a smile.
And it no longer “burns” in the chest.
You know, I just forgot about you.
Everything that happened is now behind us.
But I won’t hide it, sometimes at night,
I dream about you - and we are together,
We pave the way in the darkness with candles,
In the middle of this bitter winter.
Something remembers you, in me, apparently.
Only I forbade love.
It's sad and even offensive
Continue to live with you only in dreams.
No answer. Everyone's thoughts are confused.
Only the patterns are on the window again.
I removed you from my life
But I see it more and more often in my dreams.

Resist, do not be silent, do not bow to fate in vain.
It’s better to scream, break a beautiful vessel in the hearts,
And fell on a pile of shards, as if on fragments of his life
Manage to glue them together again, gathering all the strength in the body.
You can give free rein to tears, you can freak out and get angry,
But send your life to hell and go down to hell
You can’t, you don’t have rights, since you have a child,
You lost the luxury of not caring about everything with his birth.
And how, drowning in debauchery and choking in alcohol
Can you look into a child's eyes without any pain?
And even if the pain is dull, and the heart is dull from a hangover,
You can’t test, you can’t, test the strength of a child’s patience.
Of course, he will withstand everything, he will not stop loving you,
He won’t accuse you of anything, he’ll just become an adult too early.
And if this is for you, there is no reason to be more persistent in life.
I was late with advice, alas, you are already in the underworld.

You ask why I became like this?
And I will answer simply: “This is life.
I'm tired of everyone and everything,
Although she didn’t even begin to live.”
Do you want to know if I was once in love?
And I will answer: “It happened once.
Love is blind and it's not my fault
That there is only emptiness in my heart now."
Do you think I might be in pain?
Not really. I got used to it a long time ago.
I have come to terms with everything and can breathe freely.
It's all over. And I don't care.
You will say: “Time heals, everything passes.”
And I will answer: “No. On the contrary.
It only teaches us to live with our pain.
Don't believe, don't love and think ahead."

Even if it's not stable
My life (I was not destined to be like this),
I hope the words "be strong"
Never tell your daughter.

Anna Akhmatova

Heart to heart is not chained,
If you want, leave.
Much happiness is in store
To those who are free on the way.

I don't cry, I don't complain
I won't be happy.
Don't kiss me, tired, -
Death will come to kiss you.

The days of acute yearning are over
Together with the white winter.
Why, why are you
Better than my chosen one?

And you are with me so tenderly and so indirectly,
That I’m about to lie down and die.
I'll be missed in the fall
At that alien and joyful feast.

And out of habit, in the indirect accusative,
After briefly adjusting the belt buckle,
You will say that you didn't see me
And you don't know me at all.

Ekaterina Gorbovskaya

Ax you, blue ball,
sad planet,
what are we doing with you?
What is all this for?

We are all trampling in blood,
but we could...
Rivers full of love
they would flow over you!

Bulat Okudzhava

September is on the verge. The stars are short -
Three points along. Transcription of space...
We are the scars of years on the line of the hand.
Hostages of earthly constancy.
Angels write to us. We are their drafts.

Maria Khamzina

Anna Akhmatova

Tear-stained autumn, like a widow
Dressed in black, all hearts are clouded...
Going through my husband's words,
She won't stop crying.
And it will be so until the quietest snow
He will not take pity on the mournful and tired...
Oblivion of pain and oblivion of negativity -
To give a lot of life for this.

I will write you letters
in which there will not be a word
coquetry, games, bravado,
flattery, untruth, falsehood,
complaints, arrogance, anger,
cleverness, foolishness...
I will write you letters
in which there will not be a word.

Vera Pavlova

Suddenly there is snow on the cherry trees -
Almost incompatible -
The person sleeping next to you.
And he breathes by.

Lev Oshanin

in your arms it was warmer than by the fire.
and we laughed in spite of the weather's plans.

I don’t know what this time was called,
but it was the best time of the year..

A gloomy morning with cold rain.
It's bitter for both of us.
The light bulb casts a mischievous light during the day.
You go to the door, I’ll follow you.
Forgot to remove the record of the night -
This is why the path to separation is shorter.

Nika Turbina

Look how countless
evil is growing -
thank God we are mortal,
we won't see everything.

Look how timid
herds of cornflowers -
thank God we are mortal,
Let's not ruin everything.

Andrey Voznesensky

Holland Namier

Maybe the wind is not from there,
Maybe the birds are in the wrong place?
Maybe they are waiting for another miracle
Groves, rivers, cities? -

What did the birds shout at you?
What did the wind tell you?
Why do they live in sadness?
Your gray eyes?..

Anna Akhmatova

I picked beautiful and fragrant lilies,
Shy and withdrawn, like a swarm of innocent virgins,
From their petals, trembling and dewy,
I drank the aroma and happiness and peace.

And my heart sank tremblingly, as if in pain,
And the pale flowers shook their heads,
And again I dreamed of that distant will,
About the country where I was with you...
June 22, 1904 Odessa

If you knew how cruel it can be,
When you have feelings, and in response there is silence.
If you knew how lonely it is in the soul,
When no one cares about you.

Olga Berggolts

I am secretly and bitterly jealous,
but just wait, don’t leave.
You would like me, but another one,
who did not know these deserts:
until this mortal summer,
when we met,
to sorrowful glory, to this
half the heart of the winter that took away.

Ilya Kormiltsev

If there is a drop of water at the bottom,
The sea roars in it.
I know a tear, even just one
Will bring grief.
And nothing will happen to me
And the years will flow again.
The midday heat is just passing.
It's soon night. That's all.

At arm's length
All those who are not loved by us live.
And the few that we need
Desired, but insanely far away.

Ready for everything under the stars
It's his turn.
And it's time for the snow to melt
Will come.
And May clouds on granite
Sadness will shed.
And the moonbeam will turn silver
Almond.
And the water will smell
And another splash,
And I will leave, as always,
In the spring.
And we will part, my light,
My love,
And we will meet you or not
Again?

Vera Inber

Vera Pavlova

Sunset: golden vestments
river iconostasis.
Life is finished to a reprise,
until the penultimate hour.
But it is clear to water lilies, willows,
known to dragonflies, grove,
what if you die happy,
resurrecting is much easier.

Anna Akhmatova

I accompanied my friend to the front hall,
Stood in the golden dust
From the nearby bell tower
Important sounds flowed.
Abandoned! Made up word -
Am I a flower or a letter?
And the eyes are already looking sternly
Into the darkened dressing table.

The autumn spirit rustles the leaves,
He exhorts: “Give it up,
Let your fate be decided
Happy maybe.

Perhaps - a master key, a sure key,
Solving all problems...
A ray slides down the sleeve...
Don't torture yourself, don't cry.
There are no more precise words in stock
About time and about the path,
Than weightless in the light of day,
Maybe someday..."

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I smile but my heart cries
On lonely evenings.
I love you - that means
I wish you well.
This means my joy
No words are needed and no meetings are needed,
And don't need my sadness
And don't need my worries,
And you don’t need to be on the road
We met the dawn with you.
So youth looms in the distance,
And it’s time to forget about a lot of things.
I love you - that means
I wish you well.
How could I leave you, darling?
How can I take the memory out of my heart?
How not to warm your cold hands?
What do I need and what don't I need?
May you kiss others again
And if you don’t come to me, it doesn’t matter.
I still love you, do you hear?
And I will always love you.
Even if I see you by chance,
Why are you going to the cinema with someone else?
I’ll say it quietly – I hate it!
No! I love you anyway!

How sad that you are not with me,
That we are not together on sunny days,
Why shouldn’t we meet the dawn by the sea,
And that dreams will remain dreams...
You probably don't believe me
You probably think that I have forgotten you.
But if you knew how often I cry in my sleep,
When I dream about something that was reality before...
We've done a lot of stupid things to you,
But this is not serious - it happens to everyone.
Why does this life judge us so harshly?
After all, the same life once brought us happiness.
Remember: I will always be yours
And no matter what happens to us, Vova,
Please remember me
And know that I will give everything to be with you again.

“I’ll wait,” she whispered softly,
I will believe and truly love.
I gave you love, my dear,
I won't ask for anything in return.
You won't see my tears anymore,
I became a stone wall again.
But behind that wall there is a fire of hope,
Ignited by your strong hand.
I'll while away the night with a candle, darling,
Trust her with your dreams alone,
Talk to her about tender, intimate things,
Read poems to her about your love.
I can't trust people anymore
My heart is devoted to your soul,
And only your words will force me again
Light the fire of love in my soul.

I love you so much that I can't hide it
And I want to hug you as soon as possible,
I want to kiss you tenderly all the time,
I will swallow your hot heart!
I love you like no one has ever loved
And I know you haven’t forgotten me at all!
And someday maybe we'll meet again
And our happy love will return!

My life loses its meaning: the shackles are thrown off,
My whim is melting, all the best!
The day has faded - loneliness again.
Happiness is not for us, even if we really want it.
My life loses its meaning: you are no longer in it.
Only in my memory you remain forever.

I want you by my side
Both today and tomorrow – always!
Didn't look indifferently
Never on me. Never!
I want you to smile
Not to anyone, but only to me,
So that you are constantly afraid
Lose me even in my sleep!

If you knew how I'm waiting for that day
When will I see you again.
The minute you come
And you will call me beloved.
We will stand with you,
You will kiss me on the lips.
And for the fact that you say "I love you"
I will not give you to anybody!
In the meantime, I'll still be waiting,
As always, I miss you.

You talked about love
And you dedicated your poems to me.
But those were just dreams
I left, you forgot.
You told me "I'm sorry"
And I forgave, closing my eyes.
You spoke about love again,
But those were just words...
You know it's not my fault
But you can't bring love back.

Everything is so simple and not complicated:
This evening is quiet and empty.
But in vain you are so careful
You avoid meeting me.
I won't ask anything
And I won’t call you back
Everything passes sooner or later
Somehow I too will survive.
You do not love me? Well, don't.
Do you think I'll beg?
I wanted so much to be next to you,
Now I don't have to suffer.
Don't think I don't cry at night
And I don’t give tears to pillows,
I'm just fooling myself with my thoughts,
That I still love you.
It was just my nerves fraying,
I can't help myself.
Because you were the very first
And your whole life is filled with you!

We parted with you recently -
This happens to everyone sometimes.
But there is still a secret in my soul,
I will never forget you.
Maybe we could see each other again
If only she hadn't suddenly intervened.
Such an insidious word prevented her,
What did she say about me?
Why did I come to you
And called you endlessly?
Well, why did I love you?
Have you met her?
Well, why did she interfere again,
Separating you and me forever,
After all, she was my best friend,
Before she took you away.
They say time will heal wounds
And everything that has passed will be forgotten.
We knew that love does not last forever,
And may everything always be fine with you.

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My first love...

Beloved, my dear boy,
I want to be with you all the time!
I miss you so much,
But you only come in a dream.

I want to cuddle and hug,
Kiss, say “I love you”!
I want to get closer to you
I want to love you, I want!

It’s almost night, but you’re not there.
And I can’t bear to live without loving!
I'll close my eyes in the dark
And I will think about you!..

My eyes will sparkle with fire,
And suddenly a tear rolls down.
I'll fall asleep in tears. I'll have a dream.
How beautiful he is in reality!

Your eyes will dry out until the morning.
Look, it's time to get up.
And again in turmoil the day
Mine passes, and home again...
I'll plunge into my dream,
And you are with me, you are only mine!

Lays head on chest
To you, and I want to fall asleep.
But the dream ends
And I want her back!
She's clean
And I know
What will come true someday!

I miss him very, very much

I miss him. Very very.
I'm looking for a familiar blue look in the crowd.
The days have become shorter, the nights longer.
And I understand there is no turning back.

I miss him. Very very.
A favorite voice is heard through a dream.
But the mobile phone will not answer the call.
The old telephone has been silent for three years.

I'm crying for him. When they don't see.
And I'm waiting for the melancholy to end.
My choice in this life is obvious:
My hand lies in his hand.

I miss him... (I don’t know how to confess!)
Get crazy. And I'm daydreaming.
I was eighteen with him the whole time.
And without him... Can I really live?..

With you I can be real...

With you I can be real,
Don't pretend to be strong and businesslike.
I feel happy more often
I live a real life, not a dream.
And many people thought I was a bitch
But it was a shield against evil attacks.
I didn't want to be a random victim
I knew that no one would protect me.

I taught myself not to give up.
Otherwise, it would immediately drop to the bottom like a pebble.
Tried to survive in a world of fraud
Looking for the rational grain in everything.
I grew claws for protection,
And my fangs became sharp.
Sometimes I got terribly carried away -
I took kindness with hostility.

I didn’t believe her, but now I believe her
I learned to trust with you.
You didn’t break in, but stood at the door,
And patiently waited to be accepted.
I came out with tears in my eyes,
How can I believe my happiness?
When I was always betrayed
“Friends” wanted to put him in prison.

I trust you completely
I read love in devoted eyes.
Do you understand the pain of my loss?
And gradually the fear leaves.
You know, I’ll thaw out unnoticed,
The sadness will leave your face over time.
Thank you for bringing me back from the edge
When he put the ring on my finger.

Sadness...

The earth is empty without you...
I'm sorry that I wasn't there...
What's last minute
I didn't offer you my hand
This life is complicated
She doomed many to torment...
You left without saying goodbye
And now I am consumed with remorse...
Tears are choking me now,
After all, your dreams have not come true!
Altai didn’t wait for you,
It was like heaven for you!
You survived this month of May!
I will ask God for Paradise for you!
And may your sons forgive you,
So that your dreams do not disturb you!
And for me everything will go smoothly,
But the house is empty without you!

And are you married

I'm not talking to you now
The pain is hard to express in words
I won't create a masterpiece
But I’d rather say it in verse:
I've loved you for a long time
Sometimes it seems like an eternity
But we're not destined to be together
I reproach myself for being careless.

Why did you say that you are not married?
You have awakened my hopes!
I'm crying...Aren't you happy about this?
Nothing will be the same as before!
I'm very tired of lies,
But I will overcome my feelings.
It's a pity I didn't have enough sense
I have never seen meaner people!

I'm leaving without regrets
I wish you good luck.
I’m not pretending to be a prude -
She is not inherently evil.
May your wife be happy
Joyful children grow up.
I drank the bitterness completely,
Now alone in the whole world.

I hope God forgives you -
The Creator is very merciful.
Let him give you love on credit,
And you will learn to be faithful.
And I'll leave, and in the distance
I'll build my own happiness
On stone, not on sand,
And I will live in harmony with my husband.

Why do I feel so bad today?

Sometimes it gets so bad
I just want to howl...
I'll tell you everything on paper
How to live...

Why do I feel so bad today?
Tired of betrayal and lies.....
I want at least a little happiness,
Tenderness and warmth....

Thoughts are confused....
My heart is so cold
I close my eyes...
And I don’t see anything except darkness...

Cold in the heart.....
It is covered with ice....
And the soul in half,
As cut by a sword.....

Tears and bitterness
They found a home in my heart....
I'm like a helpless second
Lost in time....

The rain is desperately knocking on the window
It's cold... and terribly lonely...
And the tears are about to burst out
And my heart cries, not with you... not together....

The wind bends the willow, it bends down to the ground
- But the willow tree takes its place,
So am I with tears in my eyes
I will be silent with a smile...

And I believe that everything will change
Still hoping for the best...

I am not yours

I'm walking on a rainy evening
I swallow my tears as I walk,
And steps are heard behind me,
I know for sure - it's you.

Why are you following me?
After all, I am no longer yours.
You shout after me: “Wait,”
You are a stranger to me now.

You were once loved,
But you didn’t appreciate love...
I saw you with someone else
After all, I lived only for you.

The rains will wash away all traces,
I will forget your features...
You will be very lonely
You will learn a life lesson.

Don't follow me anymore
Don't say words of forgiveness.
My dawn will come soon,
Write me another story.

***
There is no need to betray women
Since you began to call your beloved,
Be devoted with heart and soul,
You will deserve peace in love.

Letter to a war veteran

Good afternoon, dear veteran!
How are you living today, dear?
The body aches, probably from wounds,
But you are always young at heart!
You went through the whole war to the end,
We defeated her day after day,
Having fulfilled the duty of a soldier-fighter,
May Victory come to your father's house!
Throughout the war through tears and blood
You have walked, son of the Motherland,
To the lair of fierce enemies -
Take their capital, Berlin, by storm!
Grateful for the feat forever,
That I didn’t give up my Fatherland to the enemy,
So that peaceful springs take off
We took it again on our native shore!
That victorious fireworks from the whole country
Will always be in our memory!
We must preserve this memory,
Carry it through the years!
Veteran, our dear defender,
Let's save for the happiness of the earth
That fire that in the victorious spring
You lit it for us, for our descendants!

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One evening with one family,
There was a cordial, frank conversation:
What would anyone give as a token of love?
The Savior who came to earth?

The father said: "There is nothing in the world
What is He worthy of, the loving One!
I would wash His feet in tears,
Tired of the dusty paths of the world."

"And I would bed the best sheet
Covered the tired Savior,
So that He may find rest and peace."
“The mother said with a gentle smile.

And only the little boy was silent,
Looking thoughtfully into the darkness, out the window.
“What would you give to Jesus, son?
- Asked the father - Tell us honestly, baby.

"The boy answered quietly:
"I have a dear Toy for my heart,
From plush I will give a horse to Christ."
And the whole family laughed.
We laughed for a long time...

Suddenly there was a knock.
The door opened.
Everyone fell silent at once.
Fear flashed in the eyes of the father of the family:
A sad homeless man came in wearing dirty clothes.

Legs in the supports, sticking out of the holes
Unwashed feet. Unshaven, ugly.
Humiliation in posture and eyes.
"What do you need?" - asked the father disgustedly.

“Can’t I sleep in your barn for the night?”
- asked the homeless man humiliatedly
" No no!" - said the mother - “Go away!
We don't allow strangers in at night."
"Wait, uncle!" - the boy shouted,

Stealthily brushing away a tear with my palm.-
"I promised to give God a horse...
Take, uncle, at least my horse!...
"The gate creaked quietly again,
The family remained sitting in a tight circle,
But neither father nor mother dared to look
Raise the boy; nor at each other.

We often do not spare words in life,
Beautiful words, pompous insignificant ones.
In reality, only Love and Kindness are known; words without deeds are false.

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Mom, where are we going?
- Oh, son, I don’t know yet.
- Can I take the bear with me?
- No, dear, there are already too many things.

Mom, is Olya and Nina coming with us?
Mom remained silent for no reason.
- Wait, what about Vaska, the playful cat?
- We can't take him, my dear.
There is not enough space even for children,
Tomorrow I will give it to my neighbor.

You know, mom, I heard today,
It was as if heavy rain was pounding on the roofs.
The glass in my room was shaking
The people outside the window were all screaming.
- Darling, don’t be afraid, I’m with you,
Know that I will protect you from any trouble.
Sleep for now, baby, and tomorrow morning
New routes are already waiting for us.

Mom, will we come here again?
We'll take Vaska from the neighbors.
I will play with my bear again,
Will I build a halabuda with Olya?
- Yes, of course, dear, very soon,
As soon as all the disputes are over.
Let's return again to our dear and bright home,
We will watch the sunrise here again.

Suddenly the baby fell asleep, the mother was in tears,
Where can I find answers to questions?
How to explain everything to her little son?
That they will not return to ruins,
That he should not play with that teddy bear,
Why not read books to him here...

Thunderstorms are heard again in the distance,
Somewhere there are machine guns firing.
The suitcase is packed and waiting for dawn,
There are no toys or candy in it.
Things and water, like in the worst drama...
And one more thing... two icons in my pocket.

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Parable in verses.

There lived a hermit-hunchback in an old village.
They feared him and did not like him.
There were rumors about him that he was an evil sorcerer.
And people avoided him.
He wandered around with a dilapidated potato sack.
In a perennial coat, eaten away by moths
And if they saw him off with a laugh,
he sighed quietly, without offense, but with pain...
And people mocked, whispering behind their backs,
his horns are supposedly hidden under his hat
And that’s why this little guy is lame,
that he has hooves instead of fingers...
One day trouble came to the village:
then the wheat seedlings will die under the hail,
then in the summer, in July the cold will come,
then the wolves will slaughter the herd in the pasture.
Troubling, difficult days have come, -
they will have a hard time in the winter without grain
Not knowing what to do, they decided -
The hunchback is to blame, death to you, Satan.
Come on, let's go to the river quickly!
he is there, he lives in a dugout like an exile!
And they moved en masse.
And in each hand was clutched a stone that had been picked up on the road.
He walked towards them, sad and quiet.
He already knew everything, he’s not stupid, he understood!
But he didn’t turn away, he didn’t hide from them,
and only hid his face in his hands.
Without once screaming under the hail of stones,
he only whispered: “May the Almighty forgive you”
stones on the body, but it hurts the heart more...
Doesn't look like you, that means he's evil, that means he's superfluous...
The execution is over. Someone said rudely: "
let's see the ugly back,
I've never seen such a hump"
He threw off the coat, all covered in blood, from the dead man...,
The crowd languished in sick curiosity.
Suddenly, silently, like statues, people froze...
"Evil devil, Satan" was hidden instead of a hump...
Under an old coat... snow-white wings!...
And cruel, stupid people pass by the dugout, eyes downcast,
The Almighty, perhaps, will forgive them this,
but the angel will no longer be in the village...

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On the edge of the village, where the lake is smooth,
Mother dies alone in the house.
No son, no daughter, I stopped waiting.
At the hour of death there is no one to give her water.
Dying, he whispers: “Lord, forgive me!”
Help the children bear the cross of the earth.
And God forbid that they live alone.
I ask, my God, to forgive them their sin.
Let them live in abundance, live happily,
And my grandchildren are growing up healthy."
The mother lies in bed, the image above her:
Blessed Virgin Mary - Mother of mothers,
Savior Not Made by Hands and Saint Matthew
- The angel of her husband, with the name Matvey.
All the icons are “crying” - oil is dripping,
Sprinkling the old woman with his holiness.
You are not dying alone, mother:
The saints give grace over you.
And the Almighty Father is waiting for you home,
Your Guardian Angel will take you with you.
Fly together to the Gardens of Eden,
Where there will be no need to supply water.
Take care, children, of your mothers.
Confess your love to them more often,
Pray for her in the silence of churches
And give a piece of your heart to her.
Let the tears flow from her eyes
Only out of happiness, in joy for you.
Wherever you are: at home or on the road,
Take the time to visit your mother.
Cherish the joyful moment
You communicate from birth
With the one who prays with thanksgiving
Lord for your salvation.
Don't abandon your mothers, children!
You can stay in your old age
A lonely branch without native foliage:
The children will forget you, just as you forgot.

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Soulful verse
Rainy morning. I'm rushing to work.
I'm a little bit angry about the weather today.
They sell flowers. I'll stay a minute.
And the rain began to fall in earnest.
There is a huge selection under a long canopy.
It sounds here in the morning - “Wrap it up. Thank you!"
And we have to run, but leaving is so difficult...
Suddenly my heart clenches with acute pity.
An old lady stands behind a flower canopy
She couldn’t find a place for herself under the roof,
With a trembling hand, pressing you to yourself -
Looking at passers-by with such hope -
An armful of the last garden daisies...
And it seems that the rain is not scary for her at all...
“No small ones”... “It doesn’t matter, I don’t need change...”
For some reason I'm afraid to meet her gaze.
And tears flow down trembling wrinkles,
She whispers something after me as I leave...
I can’t raise my eyes, I hide behind daisies,
Otherwise I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain myself and will cry...

It's getting dark. Outside the windows the rain is dreary
All day, without stopping, knocking on the cornice
In the kitchen I drink tea and admire - beautiful -
A bouquet of suns. Is it a whim?
Name what happened this morning?
So be it! But how warm an ordinary bouquet is!
And it seems life has changed for the better -
It's like I bought a lucky ticket...

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I'll tell the legend of days gone by
(Let everyone understand as best they can)
About the gray steppe wolf and about her,
About the one who was dearer to him than anyone else.
The story is beautiful but sad
Don't expect a happy ending here
Don't expect a fight between good and evil here,
It’s good to fight and lose tiredly.
In distant lands, where the wind frolics,
Where the air smells of free destiny,
Once upon a time there lived the only one in the world
Handsome lone steppe wolf.
He lived alone, far from the whole flock,
And I didn’t need anyone else.
They even despised him for it
Everywhere they consider the beast a stranger.
And he was proud that he was free
From feelings and prejudices, from others
Wolves that were by nature
They are slavishly blind in their thoughts.
The heavy look is filled with nobility,
The wolf did not recognize foreign laws,
Lived in his own way. So proudly and with dignity
I looked my enemies in the eyes and won.
The wolf became stronger every year
And he kept his seal of loneliness.
His road was thorny and difficult,
But the beast did not ask for mercy.
And he himself was the chosen one of this share,
He chose the path and wanted to live that way.
Among strangers - not your own, among your own - an exile,
I was ready to pay with my life for freedom.
The beast went out hunting one morning
And the taste of bloody sacrifice was anticipated,
After all, the predator is a cruel breed
God created to kill the weak.
Piercing and sharp wolf eye
The hunter suddenly saw a deer.
Straightening your chest and arching your back at once,
He ran towards the still living prey.
But I did not manage to achieve my goal,
The deer breathed its last breath in the teeth of others.
At first he couldn’t believe his own eyes:
The gray wolf stood a hundred paces away.
She was as graceful as a cat,
And at the same time, like a woman, slowly
Enjoyed the trophy in cold blood
A ruthless predatory soul.
Just one glance, and that's enough
I didn’t understand how I disappeared forever.
The beast's heart began to beat restlessly.
Forgetting about everything, he watched the she-wolf.
She was captivatingly beautiful
Free hunter of the steppes.
She held her head so proudly.
Since then, all thoughts were only about her.
The seasoned man was angry with himself, not understanding
What attracts him so much? He lost his peace.
And how did the young wolf take him?
I fought with my feelings, I fought with myself.
He didn't love and never thought
That there is something more than instinct.
He walked lost in his thoughts,
Trying to forget that hunt.
But no matter how hard the wolf tried, everything is one,
The attempts were doomed to failure.
I couldn't forget. And so inexorably
The heart rate drowned out all thoughts.
One day he said to himself: “You are a warrior!
What I wanted, I always had in full.
So now take what you deserve,
Whatever the price!
The price was high... but more on that later...
Fate predicted that they would be together...
But the price for the madness of happiness
Sometimes it's too big...
The wolf and the she-wolf were so similar,
Two lonely soul mates
All my life I wandered among stones and dust
And finally, they found their destiny.
They breathed the same breath
And thoughts were divided into two.
What the envious people didn’t want for them,
But what did lovers care about others...
The sea was knee-deep for them,
What a sea... An entire ocean!
The endless expanses of the sky
The wolf laid his beloved at his feet.
They didn't need anything else
Each other can only feel the warmth.
Always everywhere together, close by,
Despite everything, in spite of everything.
There has never been and never will be
So faithfully looking wolf eyes.
Only those who love madly will understand
And he was also loved at least once.
And then everything was extremely simple,
Life itself has placed all the dots...
But in order... Autumn
Remained in the past
Instead, winter came...
The steppe was covered and covered with snow,
There were hare tracks everywhere.
And from the sun the first cold rays
The she-wolf left in search of food.
That morning the wolf did not wake up from affection,
Not from the breath of your beloved.
He jumped up when he heard the sonorous barking of a dog,
And the voice of a man - which is even more terrible.
The hunt has begun. The pack howled
Rushing in pursuit of the she-wolf,
On a snow-white clean background
Shreds of fur, blood and dirt were mixed together.
She fought like a lone warrior
Fearlessly tore her enemies to pieces.
Worthy of an opponent like this
None of this pack of dogs was there.
They took the she-wolf into a tight circle
And they meanly sank their fangs into my back.
Trying to overcome fear with wolfish courage,
The hunters finished off their prey.
And the man behind the stage was watching,
He wanted blood and fun,
He laid down his life for the sake of laughter
Without a small amount of regret.
All the paws were bleeding - the seasoned one was chasing the trail.
The soul screamed: “If only I could make it in time!”
He wanted so much like the wind
Fly to your beloved for help.
But I didn’t have time...
He covered only his body with his chest
And the snow-white bared his teeth desperately.
Suddenly, the man, looking timidly into his eyes,
He ordered the wolf to be left to the pack.
The hunt is over, and the pack is called back,
Leaving the beast generously the right to live.
But people didn’t know one thing,
What a worse fate could not have happened.
Such pain cannot be expressed in words,
And God forbid someone else feels it.
The wolf dreamed of giving his life,
So that morning comes for your beloved.
But death itself decides who to be with,
He does not sell his trophies.
Can't be returned... Can't be forgotten...
Here she dictates the rules...
And here again... as alone as before...
Everything was back to normal again.
The steppe wolf doomed by freedom
Without the will to live, without the meaning of existence.
The sun went dark, the sky turned black,
And the whole world was painted in indifference,
Longingly betrothed forever,
Taking a vow of sorrow,
The beast hated this world
Where everything around is a reminder
About the one I loved
With whom I lived in the same breath,
With the one with whom he met the sunrises,
And gave all of himself,
The one that I lost forever
And keeping the memory only of her,
Wolf day and night together with longing
Like a ghost wandering across the steppe,
Seeing no other fate,
He desperately sought death.
The beast called her, begged her to come,
But I only heard an echo in response...
Forgotten by everyone along the way,
And life is gone, and there is no death...
It's still a long time at night
The tired traveler heard somewhere
In the distance, a sad wolf howl,
Carried across the steppe by the wind.
***
Days, weeks, years flew by,
It's time to change sometimes
Myths, songs, odes were composed
About how the wolf loved the steppe.
And only the hardest at heart
Waving his hand contemptuously,
He said: “All of you people are lying,
We are not given such love...”