Poetry
Last summer day
(Machine translation - Google)
Why grass and flowers have
withered?
Why autumn knocking on the doors?
And the wind drives on the ground sheets,
And the sun no one believes
Lady-moon
(Machine translation - Google)
How do you light. Although you are not brighter than the sun,
Your pale face sad and beautiful
And let the light of thy land that is not - hotter
Your first son - the tide, the second outflow
Statue
(Machine translation - Google)
You are standing still, silently
Perfection and charm in terms
And the rays of light exactly
At your curly hair