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To the tragedy of September, 11, 2001.
“The USA under attack” – from CNN.

Two buildings
       beautiful and high,
They said hello
       to clouds in the sky.
And many people,
       they were in.
They were united,
       they were kin.
They worked and dreamed,
       they loved and cried.
The plane had flown
       and made them die…
We’re asking:”WHY?”
The answer “life”
      would be a lie.

             11 Sept. 2001   



   Questions
 
Yesterday I heard a voice,
"Have you made your own choice?
What is good and what is bad?
What is butter, what is bread?
You're my honey baby-love,
Fly to me, my little dove.
Don't you know what to do
When somebody loves you too?
Laugh and sing and live, my friend.
You'll be happy till the end".
               


     St.Valentine's day

When I see you
Dreams come true
You must know that
I love you
I want to look into your eyes
To see your kindness, you are wise
I want to see you everytime
Please, darling, be my Valentine.
               


      Jealousy

Jealousy,
    it's like a strange disease,
Jealousy,
    it looks like northern breeze.
Jealousy,
    the only child of love,
Jealousy
    inside, around, above...

 

    If I can't change it...

Отсечь весь мир и, распахнув окно,
Остаться на скале небытия,
Остановилось время, все равно,
Его не существует для меня.

To count days
     as money in a pocket,
To be afraid
     and never stop to cry,
To lose my way,
     to find the door and lock it,
To live in shade,
     but I prefer to die.



Who steals my life?
the days are gone,
And I am used to
be alone,
And I’m afraid
when I am called.
I’m twenty-five,
I feel so old.



Like night is changed by afternoon.

I'm not a fighter, not so strong.
I think I'm right, but I am wrong.
I spend my moments full of searching,
But everything I have is watching.

I try to think I'm not so weak,
And I regret that I am sick.
But time of sorrow will pass soon,
Like night is changed by afternoon.
   


      FRIENDS

There’s so much meaning
            in this sound.
A dog, a cat together
            bound.
But I can see another fact,
The more we think
            the less we act.
   


        PIE

See someone’s finger
            in the sky, 
Don’t touch or eat
            this tasty pie!
But if you want it
            so much   
You may,
    you can,
        you eat
            and touch.         



What makes the different roads cross?
The southern East,
            the western North.
The Global Net
            that can unite
Alaska's day
            and Russia's night.
The Ocean tears
            them both apart,
Leaves only letters
            learned by heart.



The translation of my poem for children "Спать ложиться скучно очень":

It’s so dull to go to sleep.
I want to run, to jump, to skip,
To play the ball, to play the doll,
To run in rooms and through the hall.

But tell me, how can I skip,
When everybody goes to sleep?
So, I must be so quiet and look
Like a little mouse in my book.

I’m sitting and I’m yawning,
I’m waiting for the morning.
I hear: “Hush”, - my mother said,
And I am taken to my bed.