My room is not spacious.
My name is not famous.
But my soul`s famine eats all my mind.
I`m not very dip man.
My spirits` was not high.
My hair`s mane became grey already.
And the gloomy evening struck my face and said me yesterday:
- Come quickly, see. It is a food.
You can to take and eat yourself!
I went, I saw, discovered for myself –
The thoughts this ancient world is not too great.
I sadly smiled, I go farther…
My labor makes a furrow at a paper`s canvas.
I hear many sounds of string`s chorus;
The beautiful, nice chords are cradle.
I listen; I do not to move my mind to think.
I silent, I am silence.
I know here is no matter in this world to crush my peace.
I happy by my God.
I happy by...
© Copyright: Сергей Сахнов, 2012
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