IN THE PUDDLE I SEE THE OCEAN

À la Mayakovsky

Three plumes of the clouds

and fried eggs

on the baking tray

of obnoxiously blue heaven.

Calmness,

in each cell.

The calmness

virus

into my heart

penetrated.

Do not confuse it with

indifference,

though they are similar,

like

twins,

their cores hold within

non-identical souls,

they are on different

sides of

vanity.

B. Gogulan

Well done!

The familiar wind and maple foliage

in undertones are whispering to me,

‘Well done! You’ve finished daily business.’

Midday. The afternoon and evening are in store.

Leaves are swept up… The wind has fun!

Though it’s in work to the ears and up:

S-s-s-catters in randomly different directions

All, the gardener has just picked up…

The sun is warming in recesses and in lanes.

The wings of pigeons’ flocks are fading. 

And aged ladies, as supposed, are circulating news,

like at 5 o'clock they, as supposed, enjoy their teas!

B. Gogulan

When the picture was being painted, in the artist’s head was constantly sounding The Boston Waltz… Why? Why not The Amur Waves Waltz? – It became clear, when the picture did really turn up in Boston… This painting has an enviable fate – it travels a lot… Who knows, maybe the Amur waves are in store for it…

Moreover, if someone does not see the ocean in the puddle, he just does not miss a long sea voyage!

THE BOSTON WALTZ

A. Rozenbaum
Translated by Em Rostverg

On the carpet of yellow leaves,
In a simple dress,
Made of the gifted by the wind crêpe de Chine,
In the yard, Autumn was dancing the Boston waltz.
A warm day was ending,
And the saxophone was hoarse.

And from all around people used to come to us,
And from neighboring rooftops birds used to come flying,
Clapping their wings in admiration of the golden dancer…
How long ago, pretty long, the music used to sound there.

How often I see the dream,
My wonderful dream,
In which Autumn is dancing the Boston waltz.
The leaves are turning and fall,
The CD is spinning and sings,
“Don’t go, stay here, please, be my caprice.”
How often I see the dream,
My wonderful dream,
In which Autumn is dancing the Boston waltz.

Being drunk with the delight,
And blindfold about the years passed,
The old house, being long in love with its youth,
Was swaying with its all walls, and the windows ajar,
And to all those who lived in it,
It was giving this miracle.

And when the sounds died away in the gloom of night -
Everything has its end, and its beginning, -
Getting sad, Autumn burst out into tears of a little rain...
Ah, what a pity, it was so cozy in this waltz.

How often I see the dream,
My wonderful dream,
In which Autumn is dancing the Boston waltz.
The leaves are turning and fall,
The CD is spinning and sings,
“Don’t go, stay here, please, be my caprice.”
How often I see the dream,
My wonderful dream,
In which Autumn is dancing the Boston waltz.

I REGRET IT

Music by Y. Saulsky
Lyrics by L. Zavalnyuk
Singing V. Leontyev
Translated by Em Rostverg

When a star is rolling along the sky,
What are the night trains singing about? -
They are singing about that on Earth
Love never ever ends.
We create our fates in different ways.
We have become strangers forever.
And yet, let's have a talk...
Love never ever ends!
Never ever!

Refrain:
Not with you! Why not with you
I have entered the alley made golden by sunshine?
Just respond, give a sign,
I much regret, can you hear,
Can you hear me? I regret much!
Let my biggest regret
Turn into an autumn leaf.
Let it fly to your place
And softly knock on the window.
Let it tell you,
How I suffer from the separation.
I regret it! I regret it!
Not with you! The separation is endless.
Not with you! Farewell, my tenderness.
Not with you! Stay in my hopes.
Not with you... I am not with you...

A lot of bitterness is concealed at the bottom
Of the past happiness good water.
Though strangers, you continue to live in me:
Love never ever ends.
My soul is, as before, faithful to you.
And I am screaming through miles and years:
There was love, and, therefore, still is.
Love never ever ends!
Never ever…

Refrain:
Not with you! Why not with you
I have entered the alley made golden by sunshine?
Just respond, give a sign,
I much regret, can you hear,
Can you hear me? I regret much!
Let my biggest regret
Turn into an autumn leaf.
Let it fly to your place
And softly knock on the window.
Let it tell you,
How I suffer from the separation.
I regret it! I regret it!
Not with you! The separation is endless.
Not with you! Farewell, my tenderness.
Not with you! Stay in my hopes.
Not with you... I am not with you...

Not with you! The separation is endless.
Not with you! Farewell, my tenderness.
Not with you! Stay in my hopes.
Not with you... I am not with you...

Not with you! Not with you! Not with you!
Not with you! Stay in my hopes.
Not with you... I am not with you...

WHAT IS AUTUMN?

Y. Shevchuk

Autumn is never wrong...

THE FEELING IN OBLIVION

O. Mityaev