Egor Rybakov - Procrastination. Selected poems

© Egor Rybakov, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-1220-5

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

Through clouds and sky, eternity

Unexpectedly, I met a miracle

Crossing the cosmos milky way,

Two winds: fair and opposite.

One interfered and torn a lot,

Filling my soul with doubt

He scoffed and laughed after me,

He tried to ruin my life.

The other, on the contrary, gave me lightness,

Freedom of thought, flights without barriers,

Handed meekly movements dexterity,

I have always been given excellent results.

And that season of winds suddenly stopped,

I did not see more lightness and barriers,

Again I turned to memory for help,

After all, only heaven rules over us.

And he went on, dominating his mind,

With an open heart, feelings, with all my soul,

I saw the goal, I vaguely remembered the problems,

And a trembling peace settled inside me.

Yesterday in a dream I met you by chance

She was kind to me like never before

I remember cox in those days for you extraordinarily,

I forgot you and memories are fog.

So what happened to us all of a sudden?

Your love is gone, your eyes are gone forever,

And in our life everything changed at once,

At that time, I loved to look into your eyes.

I am grateful to you that you loved me then,

So timidly, quiveringly, not at all for show,

I listened with delight when you spoke,

And everything burns from past pranks, pranks.

They trusted each other with all their secrets,

Honestly, openly, as is usual in the family,

Their meeting in this life is not accidental,

And enjoy being in silence.

He became for her, as the named «father»,

Was next to her and never condemned,

Her heart burned constantly, as if on fire,

He suffered and died away without her.

And nothing could separate them forever,

Love that overcomes and creates

Their souls soared into the sky, into infinity,

Each time further from the ground.

And she was no longer afraid of anything in the world,

And I knew that tender support was always waiting,

As a gray-winged angel stood on the wing,

And she will never be bold in this life.

When inside it hurts and blazes strongly,

And feelings tear the soul day by day,

And your heart literally reflects everything

And it’s so gratifying that the two of us met.

When someone else’s pain is accepted as their own,

And share your thoughts, dreams and dreams,

Do not ask for anything and will not leave on the edge,

Rescued and pulled out of the constant emptiness.

When you know, you are always welcome from now on,

At any time they will accept and kiss gently,

Despite other people’s thoughts and views,

And constantly as a native hug tightly.

When the soul flies to meet its love,

And not afraid of the cold and bad mood,

They meekly meet you, like a forerunner,

And everything inside boils and blazes with excitement.

In the midst of dreams so sweet and inviting

In the lightning of the sky and in the azure evenings,

I saw love in real deeds,

And the taste of passion again melted on the lips.

Among the mountains, the stream of thoughts and despondency,

I contemplated such indescribable happiness,

The soul was torn and thrilled in abundance,

And my pain asked again for voluptuousness.

I saw a light fragrant and tender,

What came from your eyes and heart,

And I was drowning in love from now on hopelessly,

He took off like a whirlwind into the sky like a bird boldly.

Your footsteps reverberated and nourished again

And the voice immediately penetrated extremely deeply,

From the look, the sigh, I understood at a glance,

And felt you and heard you too far.

And let no one believe in our happiness,

And constantly convinced of the inexpediency of this,

I melted again when I kissed and took my wrist

And I would trade the world around for our minute conversation.

When it’s so cold and chilly outside,

And the wind pretty much pushes all passers-by,

Drinking coffee is my simple weakness

And in this desire, you and I are so similar.

Sweet cappuccino and some milk

And in this world nothing more is needed

To know the truth that is unknown and deep,

With a gentle aftertaste, it becomes warm.

A little sweetness will bring back memories

How it was so comfortable and good with you,

How he suffered and suffered from eternal desire,

From now on, we are destined to be together.

And again I plunge into the ocean of your love,

With a sip I dive into infinity

I want to be quiet and explain so much

And give you the universe and tenderness.

Inspiration: Ivanenko Kristina

«Walking around Moscow in a strange state of mind»

http://www.stihi.ru/2011/09/22/652

Again silent, without giving a sign,

As if they are not familiar and not good friends,

So I want to roar, tear my hair and cry,

But I’m a man, and that’s impossible.

And again coffee is my great friend,

And thoughts randomly wander in the dark,

From experiences again I can not sleep,

Everything was fine for a week, but now it’s empty.

Again calm, like the moment before the storm,

I let you go again without pain and loss,

Without controversy and despondency, and come what may,

And I can not do anything, I roar like a beast.

Moscow is silent, as if it knows everything about everything,

Only quietly whispers that everything will be forgotten, it will pass,

«What do you love the wrong one, my naive fool,

He lives with another, he only loves you, hopes and waits.

Love is pure, unpretentious and young,

And never demands from you, never asks

Born to please us by fate,

Always takes us to a cloudless world.

She lives in the eyes of a child since childhood,

In moments of joy and eternal knowledge,

Joy has become long-awaited for the bride,

It brings with it all the tenderness and suffering.

She is barely visible and unpretentious,

In noticeable dimples on the cheeks and a smile,

What warms the soul, free, so bashful,

And it can slip away, it is unsteady.

And let it seem to you that all this is ostentatious,

Callous emotions, strained smile, tenderness,

Not everyone will be able to enjoy that spring,