Prologue
Early in the morning in the east, red sun floats,
At this time, the moon is still visible in the sky.
But what they cooled about, they know, only seagulls in the sea,
And they whispered to the poet in the morning, something like.
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“Oh, a silver moon, whether you woke up?
Or still in the grip of sleep? Turned around,
How to get a nightfall of the girl Mlada is sheltered,
And you lie, in the power of the charms, lovely and naga?”
“Sun, enough!” – the moon purrs -” I’m not beautiful.”
“Yes, full. Elegant and slim.
Get up, let’s go swim in the marble fountain,
Where the jets are emerald dew over the outside,
Get up and look at the lake that the mirror is for you “.
She went to the window,
Gracefully putting the leg.
Gentle sponges quietly stretched out,
White teeth are smiled at us.
“The moon, in front of your smile, the tops are snowy black,
Everyone admires her at night, and lovers, and a cat, and a dog.
And lions are submissive at your feet,
Let them admire the beauty of unearthly “.
“I am ugly, I am full!”
“Every moon is full.
But again it becomes beautiful: ”
“As well as devilishly dangerous,
If you don’t stop,
Then you will soon become beaten “.
“Why will you beat me?! For a compliment, for speech red?!
You will not. Just let me look into your beautiful eyes.
Oh, God, I drown in the lakes of these eyes,
They are bottomless, they are the souls of diamonds.
And the hair, like a waterfall on the shoulders falls with water,
And spread along them, as the shore foams with a wave “.
“Sun, you pamper me, enough!”
“But why? After all, you are worthy of this:
Ah, what kind of pleasant delicate ears do you have,
Created only for a soft pillow.
Your right -wing one kept in his mouth only once,
Oh, how much I would give to caress him now.
Your skin to the touch – velvet, vanilla ice cream – tastes.
How do I envy the mosquito that gives you a bite on your body:
I know you very much, and believe me, I’m not happy about it.
It’s just that this insect is filled with a hundred times ”.
Then they went together along the lunar path of the surface of the sea,
Saw an unknown reservoir, and discussed about the life of worldly.
“The sun, months do not understand that I am leaving them for their own good!”
“The moon and a month cannot be together in the sky, so it is necessary,
You are pretty smart, you know, and ask me about it.
Throwing – you get rid of suffering, primarily yourself “.
“Sun, please explain to me,
A month can have many stars,
And others will not reproach him anywhere.
If the moon has a full one for months,
Then the old, dull stars look after her with reproach?..”
“And you imagine for a moment that these stars are not at all.
Fly in your orbit, and don’t go astray.
You are still young, and everything is ahead.
Know, there is a sun in the universe,
Which warms you with love.
The sun is huge, the soul is infinite,
She will give you blood with life “.
Epilogue
But, shuffling on the asphalt, the day will come inexorably,
Thirst will see, the heart will be unsatisfied with the heart,
But morning will come again, as always.
Will they see again?
YES!
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