You so are fine with gray-blue eyes of the rivers and lakes,
in magnificent clothes of woods and apple and cherry orchards,
You are magnificent in beads from berries of a mountain ash,
with a crown from field colors:
......of the camomiles,
......the cornflowers,
......the little blue handbells. <![endif]>
The rich bride!

You own boundless open spaces,
......the small and the big cities,
......and the great record in history, culture and science.
My Russia! Beauty!
I do not know anybody finer than you.

But why are you so indifferent to the destinies
......of your many unfortunate children - like a mother,
......who throws her own child into an orphanage?
Yes, you never surrendered your own beauty and rest
......for the sake of your of the best poets.

Pushkin, Lermontov, Yesenin, Mayakovskiy,
Tzvetaeva, Blok and Mandelshtam
......were lost young because of their heavy problems.

The bullets of envious persons, injustice and insults,
......a persecution of the governments or simply poverty and famine
......have killed all of them or have forced them to end their lives voluntarily.
None of them wanted to die so early!

Beauty Russia! If you, our mother,
......had caressed and had protected them,
they would have glorified you in their poems
for many more years.

My Russia!
You have became even more beautiful!
Your capitals sparkle with lights,
Your earth gives diamonds and oil.

But you again care
......only about your own beauty
......and you want to know nothing
......about many your unfortunate children.
You never will recollect me, either.
As you are so cruel in your indifference,
I cannot call you mother.

But you so are fine with your gray-blue eyes of the rivers and lakes,
in magnificent clothes of woods and apple and cherry orchards,
in the beads from berries of a mountain ash
and in a crown from field flowers.

That is why, in spite of all,
......thrown away and forgotten by you,
I continue to love you so much,
as I will not able to love
any other country of the world.

Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin* ( The old soldier)


Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,
there, where Oka merges to Volga
......and already flows farther downstream,
......to the Caspian sea, an ancient, wise Kremlin stands - like a soldier
......on high coast of the ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod.

Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows
......and at cultivated fields and forests and villages,
......the small and big cities of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.
The white ships float past,
They salute of the old soldier and ask its blessing.

Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples
......in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,
In the autumn, with gold of leaves and with red fruits.

The ancient Kremlin looks far and does not sleep never.
It observes all around and welcomes the ships,
......recollects the events, the dates, people.

Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me,
Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod,
......on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.

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*Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin* is like Moscow Kremlin, But  it stands up above the great Russia rivers Volga and Oka.

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