Moscow is silent. Selected poems. Egor Rybakov

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      And the one whom I dreamed of for a long time in a dream,

      To whom is he ready to kiss his palms forever.

      And this is happiness if he knew that ideal,

      It will be much easier for him in this life,

      I have no doubt that I’ve seen a lot of beauties,

      But he will never forget that one.

      Listen to me future mothers

      Protect and cherish your daughters,

      After all, they are, of course, future ladies,

      Be patient and kind with them.

      Let’s educate, help in life,

      So that we thank God that they are,

      And there will be only our quivering thoughts about them,

      And we prayed for the desire for communication and meetings.

      Words are like the wind

      Words like the wind fill the air

      Give support and hope to the discouraged

      And the love and passion of war are not afraid,

      It means that it is not destiny to become bitter to him.

      Soulful words warm and cherish us,

      Will fill with paints of passions melancholy,

      Compliments make girls blush

      And they will gladly show you all of Moscow.

      And as a tool they possess,

      To offend, hurt or hurt,

      Who does not know how to defend… will suffer,

      We will make these offenders feel sorry for them.

      Words are desperate

      When brought to the edge and pushed

      They are not in danger of any repentance,

      Their insolence is only indulged.

      People love each other more,

      Give happiness, do not push into the pool,

      To appreciate words, admit it is a great merit!!!

      Words are like the wind… fill the air…

      Tell me mom why do all people lie?

      Tell me mom why do all people lie?

      Because the sky is blue and the sun is red

      «Such things are always called the truth from now on,

      After all, our word is beautiful and dangerous.»

      Tell me why you need such friends?

      That they throw mud, spread gossip,

      «They are not close to you for a long time, they are different,

      Don’t listen to them, they are broadcasting news and nonsense.»

      Why love when she forgets everything?

      Coos, soon, not far from another,

      «She doesn’t love you, the way the cat plays with you,

      From now on, you will always remain a stranger to her.»

      So where is the truth, mom, tell me?

      How can I live in a world of fear and temptation?

      «My dear, be honest with your soul,

      She will not be subject to the elements and grief …»

      No happiness on the internet

      Surrounded by dreams and constant progress

      People dreamed of long-awaited happiness,

      From the lack of meetings, communication, only stress,

      And this world moved inexorably on.

      And soon telephones appeared in the world,

      Connecting all people day and night,

      And continuous conversations were breaking the wires,

      Releasing all emotions and passion to freedom.

      But happiness was lost somewhere in the wilds,

      And again people quarreled and swore,

      And the phone did not save from troubles, as it turned out,

      And souls faded and ached, no matter how hard they tried.

      And soon mobile phones came to our house,

      Breaking wires and all boundaries

      But it was hard and difficult to get through,

      Souls languished again like in a dungeon.

      Mobility and accessibility did not give happiness,

      And only with calls they controlled communication,

      And souls were filled with narrow-mindedness, stupidity,

      This hobby acquired a different character.

      In the stream of numbers and the earthly Internet,

      When you find out the information right away,

      Availability has acquired the reverse coin,

      The soul is so aching and bursting into screaming.

      And people realized that progress won’t change anything,

      They stray again in languid anticipation of the light,

      They do not understand it hard, why does it hurt?

      And there is no happiness on the progressive internet.

      Be the wind for me if you want

      (from a woman’s face)

      Be the wind for me if you want

      Day after day by my side

      I love your voice very much

      You embrace with a gentle look.

      Be a river, wash me with water