All faded ... Just asters
Silver remained -
Under the cold, blue sky
Dreaming, ...
Sadly I greet autumn ...
Oh, not like in the olden days!
Just wither, fade leaves
Gold,
Just monthly night
Wafted meek silence,
And the noise in the alleys wind
Over me ...
But it is not a sad soul
Those delights, those riots,
That, as the sun lit up the
Autumn day.
I remember the sweet, pale appearance,
Curl soft and wavy,
In black braids - whisk asters
Silver ...
I remember his eyes ... I can see again
These gentle eyes ...
All resurrected in the moonlight, shine, -
In the glare of the night!
Adam Asnyk
Elena Goubar was born and raised in Atkarsk Saratov region. Recently lives in Switzerland. Since 1989, Helen worked as a freelance artist, has more than 30 solo exhibitions in Russia and other countries (Germany, Italy, USA, Switzerland). Her paintings are in numerous private collections. Over the past two years she spent her exhibition in Moscow, Geneva, Zurich, in the cities of the United States. Elena Gubar writes poetry, they can be read on its website.
Reads the Honored Artist of Russia Ilya Prudovsky
Translation of Ivan Bunin
Music-Yakuro - Star Dance
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