It's nostalgic...
There are so many things I think about when I remember my Moscow, so many great memories. I love my Moscow, and those years I have spent there in this beautiful city!
Recently, I've been reading poetry of one Russian poet - Sergei Yesenin (Сергей Есенин). He is one of my favourite poets, he lived and wrote his works during the "Silver age" of Russian literature which was the beginning of 1900's.
He was a most talented, popular and loved poet.
Here is one of his poems.
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| Sergei Yesenin |
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I have left my endeared home,
Getting out of my Russia of blue.
Little grove by the pond will warm
My old mother"s sorrow anew.
Like a golden croaker the moon
Lies prostrate on the water tranquil.
Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom,
In my father"s beard will spill.
I will not come back readily, and
Singing blizzard will ring on and on.
Maples guard my blue Russian land,
Standing there, one-legged, all alone.
And I know that it"s joyous for those
Who"ve been kissing the rain of the leaves.
For the maple and I, we both
Are alike, in the head, that is.
1918
Little grove by the pond will warm
My old mother"s sorrow anew.
Like a golden croaker the moon
Lies prostrate on the water tranquil.
Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom,
In my father"s beard will spill.
I will not come back readily, and
Singing blizzard will ring on and on.
Maples guard my blue Russian land,
Standing there, one-legged, all alone.
And I know that it"s joyous for those
Who"ve been kissing the rain of the leaves.
For the maple and I, we both
Are alike, in the head, that is.
1918
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