Persian miniature
 

Today I have a languid, elegiac mood, so I decided to post pictures for you, full of heavenly gardens and magnificent palaces, beautiful maidens and brave warriors, cruel torturers and the wise hermit, fast horses and gentle deer, in short, will not continue to hang on your noodles ears - I decided to present to you the Persian miniature (12-15 cc.).

And so that you have a foretaste of what awaits you, when you choose to treat my pictures, I will quote you a poem of the same name Gumilev, remember (to be honest, I myself could remember only the first two stanzas, I blew the rest on Google:))?

And here is the promised poem:

Persian miniature

When I finally finish
Game of cache-cache with the death of gloomy,
That would make me Creator
Persian miniature.

And the sky, like turquoise,
And the Prince, who had raised barely
Almond eyes
At takeoff girlish swing.

With the spear bloody Shah,
The aspirant path incorrect
At vermilion heights
For departing sulfuric.

And not a dream or in reality
Unprecedented tuberose,
And a sweet night in the grass
Already sloping vines.

And on the reverse side,
As clouds of Tibet clean
Wearing it is gratifying to me
Icon of a great artist.

Fragrant old man
Negotsiant or the court,
Looking me fall in love instantly
Love acute and persistent.

His monotonous days
I will be a guiding Star,
Wine lovers and friends
I replaced one by one.

And when I satisfied,
No ecstasy, without suffering,
The old dream of mine
Waking everywhere adoration.

Liana, thank you! Like the way! I took on the one hundredth never reread Nasreddin - to the marvelous language such luxury miniature! Here спасибочки!:)

Gumilev - one of the most beloved poets. In this regard we always happen cheerful family embarrassment. He, of course, favorite poet and my mother, and consequently his poems I ever read in literature lessons in school. One of the first poem, which learns the children in our family - "Yes, I know, I will not couple. I come from another country ...".
And for family holidays, when many families are waiting on your favorite great-nephews "is bull swings" or "fly-tsekotuhu" and hear from the little "2,5 years Gumilev, then come to a screeching halt, and my mother proudly smiles ...

It's great! : D Let me present your class ( "it is not naravitsya guitar?") And teacher ( "A place where a thief and a tax collector
And whore to shout: "Arise !..."):)
Shock is in our own way!

Shock and chic:)

I must say, I'm from Sandrikov less and did not expect!

And mine too. Since it started my interest in geography and ... travel.
And Igor Severyanin. From childhood I remember:

The east, go to the mountains of the Urals
Threw a wonderful country
With more than once, it seemed, was dying,
Like love, like the sun, like spring ...

And when the people were silent severely
And lorn blind with tears,
God's will revived again,
As spring as the sun, as Christ!