A dream - The city of many religions

I saw a dream - city of many religions.
On every corner city had a church,
Exalted spirit reigned there, inter-merging,
It was with many stairs in many floors!

And one was brown, and its domes were golden,
As Russian church, but more pure and light,
It breathed - as heavens with embrace could hold you.
And people are more friendly and polite.

The streets in it are curved, and many rivers
Run in the channels sometimes over them.
And landscapes are half-hidden, like the bridles
That grab your glance - don't let go away.

On all the corners there are churches there!
And people are in the exalted mood.
And all are joyful, as in raised Solemnis,
As the one flag formed by each shred of human.

While I was staring, I lost my both sandals,
Then found others but from different pairs.
And as I flew as if I was inspired
I searched for streets but they had no names.

Suddenly, from afar - the mosque appeares.
The dome is blue - as if in Bukhara,
Its mosaics of rosy inflorescences
Shine with a gloss - beauty ethereal!

And then - behind the bridge, among the verdure -
People from India started to dance.
Bells like the wind and on the stage - performance:
Yellow-red whirlwind caresses the eye.

And not in dream - in real life - majestic
Pine is seen on a clear blue background.
And new needles and leaves on branch extension
Are shining with the superspring triumph.

And I do pray. Whether I'm praying for pines,
Or maybe it's a dream - the Spirit's Day.
All people hurried - where? Without asking -
To alk the churches! To praise Him! To praise!