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My dear readers and partners of our magazine!

 

Sometimes I don’t feel like writing any correct thoughts, reasoning and discussing particularly topical sensitive topics. Sometimes the sun comes out, which can melt not only the snow, but also you yourself. And this time I decided to give you a poem by Bulat Okudzhava called "APRIL". What could be more relevant when streams run and the heart melts?!

 

Maria Solnechnaya

   

 

When the well-worn becomes

to study last December,

gray archive of memories,

no hurry, let's go over it.

 

And old hopes flare up

love will swirl a blizzard.

And we want, as before,

stalking april,

to be dressed in spring,

with twenty years in the chest

to the girl who carried the bouquets,

without stumbling, approach.

 

And, not being afraid to be considered absurd,

press that girl to the chest

and blue eyes solid sky,

yes, just kiss the sky.

 

Friends, and I'm sorry to tears,

What kind of cold enveloped us?

We have become important and solid

out of place, out of place, out of time.

 

And in the offices, as in the dark,

we sit without raising our eyes,

and that April girl

with flowers is no longer waiting for us ...

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