Стихи моим любимым

Ведь уже ты не девочка маленькая –

Горемыка без правой груди.

Знаю, мысли бушуют под темечком,

И у горла колючий комок.

Что сказать – незавидное времечко,

Ты закрой все на крепкий замок.

Только душу свою, моя Валенька,

Под замком тем не надо держать.

Ведь уже ты не девочка маленькая,

И тебе сыновей не рожать.

Пусть душа цветом белым любуется,

Не снижай ты свою высоту.

Горем только безбожник балуется,

Только нехристь плюет в доброту.

Ты себя, не жалеючи, тратила,

Но всему ведь приходит конец.

Хоть зубами скрепи, а хоть матерно,

Все ж не сбросишь судьбины венец.

Кабы знать, что кому причитается,

Кабы знать, что у всех на веку.

Жизнью жизнь ведь не зря называется,

Все галопом, все вскачь, на скаку.

Улыбнись, моя милая Валенька,

На свет белый почаще гляди.

Что сказать тебе, девочка маленькая,

Несмышленыш без правой груди.

Помирать один раз лишь положено,

Коли дышишь – так, значит, живи.

Даль твоя, и у всех заворожено,

Не трави ты себя, не трави.

Улыбнись, моя милая Валенька,

Светом белым поглубже дыши.

Ведь уже ты не девочка маленькая,

Чтоб менять золотой на гроши.

1981 г.

ПРОЩАНИЕ

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Я ничего с собою не беру,

Все в этом мире с вами оставляю.

На жизнь вас всех благословляю,

Да будет все вам ко двору.

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Я горе и тоску из дома унесу,

Я так хочу, чтоб жизнь в нем бушевала.

Храни его душевную красу,

Как я ее всегда оберегала.

И, если хочешь, это назови

Криком последнего желанья.

Во имя той святой любви,

Того безумного страданья.

Прощай, синичка. 2018 г. Бумага, тушь, перо

СТИХИ НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ

Big Ben. 2018 г. Бумага, тушь, перо

FOR HEARTS

For hearts which near each other move,

From morning close till night.

There is no feeling but love,

And it will be always bright.

January 29, 1953

Автограф стихотворения FOR HEARTS, 1953 г.

INDIA

To my son Alexander

India is nice in the morning,

Аt noon, and at night.

Because this land is so bright,

Because this land is full of yearning.

Because it’s yours and ours too,

Because we are friends, and that’ll do

So flourish for ages the land of beauty,

The land of the sun and the sky.

And may there be always your dearest duty

To live for your darling and die.

India is nice in the morning,

Аt noon and at night.

Be always bright, be always yearning,

Take our love, it’s very right.

December, 1972

Старик, Индия. 2018 г. Бумага, тушь, перо

MY MOTHERLAND

On the earth, there are so many countries,

But only one like a wise enchanteress

Took my heart in her kind hands,

And I forgot the other lands.

And now she is mine forever,

And now she is mine for life.

I’ve seen many countries,

But like mine have never.

I am hers forever,

She is mine for life.

WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER

When we are together at our forums,

Our hearts are beating in the very same tunes.

Women of India, and women of Soviets

Do their best for the happiest news.

Sometime they are singing,

Sometimes they are talking,

Sometimes we are dancing at our noon’s.

Women of India, and women of Soviets

Do their best to escape their untunes.

We are together for dreaming and thinking

We are together for the best, if you please.

Women of India, and women of Soviets

Do their best for friendship and peace.

When we are together at our forums

It seems we are having the magical wings.

Women of India, and women of Soviets

Flourish for ages like flowers and streams.

WOMEN OF INDIA

Women of India are dark as a night.

Women of India are bright as a light.

Women of India are the countries treasure.

You will never find in their charm measure.

When they are singing

It’s the greatest pleasure.

When they are dancing,

It’s a real leisure.

If sing with them

You have a chance,

You fall in love at once.

Индийская женщина. 2018 г. Бумага, тушь, перо

CHILDREN

They are slender

Sometimes nice,

Sometime very naughty,

Sometimes hotly,

But always tender.

Try to guess.

It is children’s gender, yes!

They are children real, with noise.

MY FIRST MARKET

I am at the market, such a colorful picture.

So many things, I am too lost.

I see, in my head there is nothing, but mixture.

What shall I do? I am crying my SOS!

And the people are here: “What’s the matter?”

Soon half the market is just in my sick.

I am happily smiling standing near.

My market is over, I go home back.

AT EARLY DAWN

At early dawn birds are singing so lovely.

Nature awakes full unforgettable charms.

The air is fresh, and flying through the soul darkly

You fill harmony, you are in her arms.

At early dawn, you are just like a enchantress

Ruling over a fairy pond.

That is because India is one of the countries

Where nature touched you with its magic wand.

DIWALI

Diwali is the day of thanks,

Diwali is the day of hearings,

Diwali is the day of meetings

And welcome hearty greetings.

Diwali is the day of light,

Diwali is so bright,

Diwali, and the people are friends,

Diwali is for ladies and gents.

Diwali is for every baby,

Diwali is for big and small,

Diwali is a hymn, may be,

A hymn of goodness for all.

If it is a hymn, it is a hymn of lightness.

Without demons, without wars

Diwali, you are full of brightness,

It is peace, and nothing more.