Crimea in the works of poets, artists, composers and filmmakers.

[Tatiana Patalaha]

Dear forum members! I suggest you support the theme: "The Crimea - in the works of poets, artists, composers and filmmakers." The Crimean peninsula has always attracted artists and amateurs of nature. At a time when many vacation travel abroad, it is necessary to remind people that there is a wonderful piece of earth where you can see the sea and fantastic cliffs, forests, caves, mountains and steppes, rivers and waterfalls of rare beauty. And they are far away and close by. One has only to come and see all this. Born in the Crimea, the artist Patalaha Vladimir Ivanovich (1918-2005) was an extraordinary master of romantic landscape plein air. In 1957-1962 years he has seen so Crimea. Without any ideological motive. He just loved his native land, he wanted to live and work in the Crimea. Not given. Forced to leave his homeland, he took with him this beauty. Crimea was always with him. Look at the Crimea with his eyes. I want to preface the poems show landscapes of the Crimean talented poet Valery Levenko. They, too, about the Crimea.

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***
Well, if the edge
in light of the white
so well from every angle
stop looking at history -
then warmed to,
it burned!
And how not trifle -
hearing the cry of the Azov sea gulls,
home slowly,
get wind of
as
All narastayusche
Crimeans!

WREATH
Will be fine
any nuisance,
like today
any small,
before the terrible fate of the Marines,
to a low glow
wreath ...
He, like the bitterness of loss,
multi-ton,
and takes his cutter,
long and piercing are not drowning
in the Strait
sad wreath.
   
***
Fog,
steps is not bruising,
slips from the mountains.
It is still dark ...
And the smell of dew pours mint
me through the open window.
At the moment forgotten all the worries.
Moon flowers in the damp wilderness.
Years lived quietly
noise, at midnight rushes.
And stars like frogs,
dive in the desert without end,
and I can not breathe
purple smoke of thyme.
And the young winds,
as before,
soaring above the beach,
sing.
And the hoarse cry of the pipe,
Hope
Again do not give rest.

Vladimir Patalaha (1918-2005). CRIMEAN LANDSCAPES plein air.