Kacha May2004

Kacha May 2004 1
Round me the nature came back to life.
Travinki a rustle is heard by I.
A bee buzzs so gently. gently
above an ear flying.
I hear bird songs the sing
and rose pionov I catch an aroma.
About goodness. I love you. I thank
for this unprecedented May day.
when met in singly my laziness
and a muse visited.

Kacha May 2004 2

All this coast woke up from sleep.
Living spring in the rock of sheer it
drops a tear.
And drinking water this. to me by tenderness he
a heart fills.
And far looking. I see a sea endless
And thoughts are visited:Что herein
lives eternal?
Grant only soul.All other
changeable.To that the example:
Sheer bank of ancient lava
echoes are a podedaet sea
How a pie will bite and backwards step back.
Give only time. that appeared. it was warmed up
an appetite is marine and I exterminate
galki-mompase it was desirable very much
very much.

Kacha30 May 2004goda 3

Ah this surprising place Kacha.
Here I am sure a madam lives
Success.
Here it is simple shangri-la.
the marine pleasant is blown by a breeze.
and the ray of the sun pampers me.
breaking through from a cloud.
Umorya I wait a weather
and on a heart my melodiously.
To me naplevat on these clouds.
as though sailing-vessel the hammock me
rocks so so all on waves.
Air marine and fresh with
by wind herein help.
A soul my is satisfied and full.
To me unexpectedly Success
helped.
Indisputably I found her yesterday
heaving up a pebble from a bank
marine.
She by a favourite goddess
Kachinskogo spring was
washed by a teardrop
with the tiny hole of through and
by a ray inwardly.
To me veritsyachto she lived there
And I her is indisputable found.


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Kacha May 2004г. 4
Nastoychivo.Krasivo.Zvonko.Zvonko
A birdie under a window sings to me.
That wants to me to tell I do not know.
Listened.It Is Surprised.
She quite not alone.
She in a helper the friend
led.A cuckoo sings all.That it is merry
all lives to the people singing.And I sit times
considering that the life will give a present me.
Thank you dear.


Kacha May 2004 g.5

The Utro.Rano.Pene different birds are caressed by an ear.
My soul woke up roused oneself
matiolli was dipped in making drunk of smell
tired giving to the people to the birds
forces only at nights.
She leads them and those sing wonderfully.
By nights in the morning forces the senses
giving.And I on grain collecting all
pene aroma of colors and sea by him the heart
I fill a dushukak vessel.
I keep him.I know firmly.All this
will refresh me in a burning sultry day
calendar.



Kacha May 2004 6

The Kacha settlement.От roads I see a house
stands in a side.Not alone he.
It is pleasant to the look he is exact
by a green color.He so me and beckons
this.To itself
Along the field with maquis and swarms of gugashih bees.
So why he preferred he here to stand..
What is essence concluded in????
Swallowing the breath of marine air
I understand in what she.
About goodness my here alongside sea
foamy wave and bank marvellous.
I shock.I here yet not one time
in the life was not.

Kacha May 2004 7

What magic cottage
you the daughter look!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is he from a street with a porch
and from within
all from a tree is built
it is exact on ages.
And aroma a pine at once
beats at sides.
And thought my to become is strong.
Talent is enormous masters and
strong hand are able to create
miracle on long ages.

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Kacha may2004g. 8
This nice small town polyubilsya to me.
He reminded me by something my childhood.
Avenues.Park.
Here time as goes slowly
And the life sedate drags oneself along like
traveler subtired to the sea.
Around lives to the same and people.
He is quiet is friendly very much
simpaticheni is absolute to the noise
city is indifferent.
To that a reason is certainly one.
A marine smooth surface is here endless
And she puts to sleep all.
And the flock of helicopters-sparrows wakes
which fly from a corner.
And me anymore not to sleep.
But however I by a soul rest
and together with them it is simple in clouds
I fly.

Kacha June 2004 9
A week flew from the last our meeting.
But in memory of my she.
And me all as not to sleep.
It is not I not nearly in love
But by passion wild full.
At home forgot a computer
and did all because I with you
decided.
Said me rest a bit.
I rest I think and wait
on Kache rather than miracle.
You will call to the barter from it is nowhere
and you will say those cherished words
that my head was twirled
from happiness.
That promised a .No telephone is quiet.
We agreed about that
that a soul did not howl about bilom
and sang.
And she believe sings.
Sings sings and quietly waits a miracle.