Ah! My lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm here for my lover,
Burn like this!
Stars. July 1 day
These things-
This is a memory that will never die;
In the moonlight garden,
Under the leaves of vines,
Mother's lap.
Poetry: I walked along the first snow
Author (Russia) Ye Saining
I walked along the first snow,
The power in my heart is like a lily of the valley in full bloom.
On my way, at night
Light the stars like little blue candles.
I don't know if it's bright or dark.
Is the wind singing or the rooster crowing in the dense forest?
Maybe it's not winter in the fields,
But many swans landed on the grass.
Ah, the mirror image of the white earth, how beautiful you are!
A slight chill makes my blood boil!
How much I want my fiery body,
Cling to the bare chest of the birch tree.
Ah, the lush and muddy forest!
Ah, the comfort of snowy vilen!
How I want to stand on the branches of willow trees,
And transplanted my arms.