I like the love of sailors who kiss and go their own way. - They leave behind a promise. And never come back. - I would love to be a sailor, but i'm not...

Let's go together to the pinewood glades,
With gooseberries and cranberries galore,
Roamed by magicians - trappers from Nikolsk,
Which maybe even Prishvin never saw.

Let's walk together by a forest path
To living water,
To the fairy spring...
Afraid of animals ?
You've coped with me,
Dear hart,
What bear then to its knees can you not bring ?

So far beyond Vologda
The bird- cherry's in bloom.
I've lost my sleep,
I languish day and night.