It's settled! The ticket is clutched in his hand-
Into the past.Forward from nostalgia!
Without fussy fees-light
In the best corner of Russia.
Gracious, hard-won land,
I have the same genes as you!
Returning to this bright Paradise,
Like an outcast in the parental walls.
My little homeland-
Father's house, birch grove,
The clear tinkle of a crystal stream...
Coming back! What could be simpler?
Tenderness, repentance, delight...
The range of feelings can not be expressed in words,
It's like a little bridge to childhood
My mother's hands are lined up.
Everything here breathes the air of love,
Filling his lungs to a scream,
Where do the native nightingales sing
And with the taste of childhood strawberries.
It s settled!
© Copyright: Людмила Валериевна Аксёнова, 2020
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