At the swallows nest

               
         There is the place in the Crimea
         Among the others being blessed,
         It is well-known far and near
         Due to the famous "Swallow"s nest".
         One summer morning I was bound
         For this world of my childhood dream
         And near Gaspra climbed the mount
         To see the sunrise through haze dim.
         It was the real splendid picture:
         Blue gulfs, sail ships along the dock
         And almost as in Holy Scripture
         White castle towering on rock.
         Bright morning sun was slowly rising,
         The castle already has been lit,
         By it as if from foam arising
         A lot of sea-gulls kept to flit.
         It is a swallow"s nest or sea-gull"s,
         Who opened this unrivaled pearl,
         The polished rocks and azure sea gulfs
         To sparkle with slightest swell?
         The endless scope extending under
         Was off the time that seemed to flee
         And to return again this wonder
         I cast some coins to the sea.
               
                The Crimea, 2010