Декабрьский романс

Привет…!
          Ты в памяти и в сердце всё такая:
Две ямочки на щёчках, неба синь в глазах…! -
Мы, взявшись за руки, бежим по грозам мая,
По клеверам - в хрустальных росах, как в слезах!

Привет…
          Живу, твоё дыханье вспоминая,
Дышу тобой - иначе выжить мне нельзя -
Под гул сует метро, под стук колёс трамвая,
Под блюз мелодий струй минорного дождя.

Привет…
          Прости за то, что всё не так сложилось -
Мосты все сожжены и берега крутЫ -
Что наше счастье в серых буднях заблудилось
И унесло с собой разбитые мечты.

Привет…
          Забыл твой прежний номер телефона,
Почтовый адрес твой забыл мой Интернет.
Не вспыхнет вновь экран твоей души «айфона» -
«Вне зоны действия» любви мой абонент.

Привет…
          Быть может, чудо всё-таки свершится,
И мой привет к тебе пробьётся сквозь года.
И я, летя строкой, с крылом подбитой птицы,
Упав, в твоей душе останусь навсегда…!

Привет…
          Ты в памяти и в сердце всё такая:
Две ямочки на щёчках, неба синь в глазах…
Мы, взявшись за руки, бежим по грёзам мая
В моих мятущихся декабрьских нежных снах…

Привет…

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Романс («И лампа не горит...») - Александр Васильев (х/ф "Живой")

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N_Fx-o_OBM


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A wonderful musical and poetic work, dear VALERY! A Christmas MIRACLE,
a brilliant gift under the Christmas tree!!!

December, restless dream of 24.12.1942 in the life of Balmont: "When in 1920 I escaped from the satanic horror of maddened Moscow and settled in Passy, Ivan Bunin came to me with a kind word, brought me the" Inexhaustible Cup " of Shmelev <...> This light breaks uncontrollably. You can see this lamp from afar, and through the lower Blizzard, and through the Blizzard-vialitsa-a Blizzard that closes the stars for a while."
Shmelev's book became a sign of a new, tragic time of the emigrant - Balmont, a LAMP illuminating the path of the poet outside the homeland! "...during these three years I wrote many poems dedicated to Shmelev, and a lot of poems that were not dedicated to him, but found a starting point in him, as bright and inviting as the lamp before the Icon of the Iveron mother of God."
If the burning Bush is an old Testament prototype of the mother of God and at the same time a type of icon, then the Iveron icon is a Goalkeeper, and according to the Canon – a Hodegetria, a guide.
So in the perception of Balmont, Shmelev, with his work and his personality, illuminated and verified the path of the poet in exile, and with him-thousands of destitute Russian people who were forced to escape from the unbridled pack of drunken savages (who committed bloody terror, Tsvetnoy... the red revolution), instigated by a bunch of sent Cossack AGENTS of PARVUS, who generously pay for this satanic Sabbath organized by Anglo-Saxon intelligence.

Today again hearts need the light of the lamp...

Romance "and the lamp does not burn..." - Alexandra Vasilyeva, from the feature film "Alive"... in the brilliant performance of YANANI GABBASOVA on the VOICE 9, she caused a tsunami of positive emotions, filling the hearts of young and old people with an extraordinary LIGHT of HOPE, giving a warm light at the end of the tunnel of our path... in the window of a December night, in a tired heart...a moth seeking the light!!!

Thank you, dear VALERY, thank you!!!
Sincerely, with a warm smile of that lamp.

Надежда Зернова   24.12.2020 16:27     Заявить о нарушении
The romance "And the lamp does not burn..." gave only an impetus to writing a poem. In "December Romance" and the length of the lines, and the content, and the melody are completely different.
They sound closer to the romance "Until the last Day" on the poems of Balmont.

Author of the text: Konstantin Balmont
The author of the music: Matyuhin Aleksandr Borisovich
Performed by: Matyukhin Alexander Borisovich
To listen:[mp3,1552k]
Year of writing: 2010
Genre: Romance

UNTIL THE LAST DAY

Maybe when you leave me,
You'll be colder to me.
But a lifetime, until the last day,
O my friend, you will be mine.

I know that new passions will come,
With another, you will forget yourself again.
But in memory the old images are waiting,
And the old smouldering love.

And it will be a painfully sweet moment:
In the rays of the departed day,
With another look into the immortal spring,
You will shudder and remember me.

Thank you, dear Nadezhda, for your warm and sincere feedback!!

With gratitude and sincere warmth, Valery.

Валерий Старостин   24.12.2020 23:32   Заявить о нарушении