Gennady Shpalikov
- All people may be lost just once..., by Igor Skryagin
- People аrе lost just оnсе..., by unknown author
«I love the beauty of the sun / And the Hellenic Muse's creations, / But I worship the Cross, / The Cross, as a symbol of suffering. What meaning has the discord between time and place? / We'll all dissolve into infinity. / And poised above us in the gloom of black eternity / Alone...»
«The moon ascended from behind the fence / And pertly sat atop an angled roof. / With hope and love and faith I listen in / To people shutting shutters by the window. / And the moon! Oh, languid rustling of the darkened poplars. / And the naively childish smell of ripened plums. / How lo...»
«Is life colorless? We have to / Be quite persevering / Twice a year, my bosom buddy, / You can triumph like a king... If, by any chance, somewhere, — / Masquerade or somewhere else, / In a carriage platform, sort of, / Upper deck, or such a place, You encounter a person / A noble a...»
«Every month you are entitled / To subscribe to a newspaper / Which is always a good helper / With the questions for the cattle. / / Godless squabbler, politician, / Radical or parasite, / Genius or stupid fright, / Fool, or person of ambition, / In the paper they can find / Any ...»