Tales of Solovyov

Oh, this earthly youth!
Everything is so old - and everything is so new!
At the half-open window I
I read Solovyov's tales.

I do not breathe - everything is so unsteady in them!
Suddenly I will disperse the ghosts?
Careless smile
Spook the wizard and fairy.

Sometimes death - as if caressing,
Sometimes I live - almost embarrassing!
Bliss in death, Star-eyed!
What's life, Pearl Head?

No better than street noise
A green pond where the vines are bent?
And the dark power Chernoduma
Is not it better to sleep the April Rose?

Suddenly someone whispered: "Forever in blind man's buffets
To play with reality is harmful.
The evening will come, and without a trace
Melt in the flame of Snegurka!

All dreams of April grace
The July evening will be destroyed. "
"Oh, you who are wise - and so inopportunely!" -
I'm not angry. You're right, maybe ...

You're right! Here dreams do not mean much,
Here lies a dream, not just a word ...
But, if you want to know how to cry,
Read in April Solovyov!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.