Masterpieces of literary creativity - page 10

[Денис Орлов]

Dream of what is not a desirable finish line,
But a sincerely desirable path for you!
You are sure to achieve such a goal,
Forget the other, dubious one.

Forget those who brought you hardship,
Forgive them, don't quarrel with them in the heat of the moment,
♪ Don't tarnish your years with resentment ♪
Forgive those who have been in trouble.

Forgive those who now offend,
And just don't let them offend,
Those who are weaker, who trust them,
But don't collect their bile within you.

"The offence weighs down the way like a stone,
"They cloud the eye and lead to an abyss.
"They blacken the purity of desire,
That draws you to your dreams.

"So blacken the world's eye of the mote,
♪ But sometimes it's important to see ♪
To see the beauty of a simple snowflake
And the blue of heaven in a muddy puddle

There are always those who will say, "Oh, that's disgusting!
"Your efforts are a piece of crap!
"Your commonplace taste and colour and weakness.
"and the colour and weakness of the commonplace...

But do you care for them?
For you were not originally on the road,
The road is not for them,
And it is not for them that you seek to come to.

Do not trust too much in sour mines,
You should only heed the good advice of the good,
Mud flows down, and is lost in the lowlands,
And what grows, strives upward towards the sun.

Every step you take, though hard, is welcome!
Tiredness is relieved by rest, food and sleep,
And the flame of interest will never be extinguished
and you'll be filled with new strength...

But be honest in your choice of desires,
Dream of what you are ready to do,
Not for riches and fame and recognition
But for the joy of doing it again.

Dream what you remember in your dreams,
What joy lives in your heart
That dream you'll surely fulfill,
That's a goal no one can take away.

Dream that dream that is not at the end of your efforts,
At the end there sits a brooding old man,
There is a time of rest, a time of remembrance,
Andthe time of Happiness isthis very moment!

Fill the present time with Happiness!
Only with sincerity determine your path,
"Chase away grudges, anger, fears, burdens.
Live now!
Godspeed!

[Alexandre]

A farmer had three sons,
All three were fools, as a matter of fact.
Athos, Porthos and the youngest, Pinocchio,
They met the princess, and it ended badly!

They put her, just in case,
Under her mattress a pea. "A pea of TNT.
And all that was left of the palace was a key,
that the mad Tortilla had stashed away.

The prince caught her and tortured her for a long time.
He shouted: "Why do you have such ears, granny?"
Then he killed her, boiled her and ate her key
He exchanged it for a centner of poppies.

The tsarevitch lived with the frog as with his wife, -
He was an uncompensated pervert,
He rode a blue gelding, paranoid,
He loved other frogs, a polygamist.

But the blue gelding turned into Sivka the Bourke
And in a human voice he begged:
"Don't eat me, dummy, I have the plague!"
And then he strangled himself on a birch tree.

What a thriller, it's a tear-jerker, it's so passionate!
I liked it myself!
If our lives are cooler than a blockbuster,
There's got to be better tales than Goethe's Faust!

(I don't know who the author is)

[khorosh]

Autumn

Irina Levinson

Autumn - she won't ask,

Autumn - she will come.

Autumn is a question

In the blue eyes will stand still.

Autumn will rain

# With leaves to sweep away...

On empty beaches

# Slowly she wanders

# Maybe you'll notice

# The reddish sadness of the leaves

Maybe you'll answer me,

What are you remembering?

Or this sky,

Blue as water...?

Why didn't you come here before?

# Why didn't you come here before?

# Don't let me dream of summer

I'll smile at you

Under my eyebrows somewhere

A little sadness lurks

Somewhere beyond the blue of spring

Somebody will be sad...

The autumn lies silent

With leaves on the path...

1963, September

You'd have to have the talent of Esenin to write like this at the age of 17!