[tchaika]

Philosophical poetry

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Year after year, is carried away for ever,
Peace wafted senile like -
At the deathbed of a man goes out
In the rays of contentment and full of glory!
In addition, and went! Passions of the soul
Afraid he is a violent hangover.
- My case awfully good! -
Overlooking the proud boast of fun.
Last day for ever blowin ...
He sheds tears, it requires participation,
But later realized an important person
That created a false image of the life of happiness!
The value of tears, which would later leak
Do not pass - close to his grave,
And the greater the vindictive speech
Which the soul began ...
Once over it, ugasnuvshim ever,
Praise and sorrow voice heard -
"He died as a miserable man!" -
I thought, and suddenly became agitated:
We all walk the same road -
So I thought - one we have a beginning,
One end. One of Earth's beauty
In our worship of saints was made!
Why should someone clever and witty -
Excuse me - like a beast in the hours of hunting,
So looking to the ones his worries,
That it pushes the brothers and sisters!

Let the soul of my life is!
- To lead us on a mind need it!
- That we were not as cold as ice
Living soul let common sense is!
In the soul of fire - and will, and love! -
And the miserable man who chases these passions,
To be proud to live, nahmurivaya eyebrow
In the rays of contentment and full of power!
- As in broad daylight, wandering and circling,
You did not say about the mind never!
- Connect, mind and soul
Grant us the light of life - mind!

When something terrible will be the night,
And meet me angry and sad
Such a storm zasvischet that could not stand,
What will become of the white light is not visible!
But I'm going! I know in advance
That he was happy that, albeit with his feet, knocks,
Who all will pass, when the soul is,
And greater happiness in life does not happen!
To re alien force, trembling,
All perished in the fight and did not woke up,
So that in the hour of death, mind and soul
How this time, smiled at each other ...

Nikolay Rubtsov