village [Theme] Page 3

The best of village people go into the city, and because it is falling and will fall.

For most Soviet people, the word "cottage" had a value that you will not find any word of synonyms. The word "stick"!

I want summer in the village
The bait to take and throw...

In Russia the village has
Where I wish everyone health,
Where not forgotten the word "honor"
And so little envy, backbiting.

There are still villages in Russia,
Where else wood hut stoked
Where in the County - Lord, save me! -
The impenetrable forest, lakes, swamps.

Blessed is he who in the noise of the city
Dreams of contemplation,
Who only sees in the distance
Desert, garden, rural house,
Silent hills with forests.
The valley with a frisky brook.

The scythe in his hands or a hoe?
For a start, let the pumpkin
Signature slightly.
And between the beds of people
And executed with the kind of judges
A nasty bug.

... And little by little started back
To pull: the village, in a dark garden,
Where lime is so vast, so shady,
And lilies of the valley so the virgin fragrant,
Round willow above the water
From the dam leaned in succession,
Where the oak grows fat over fat field
Where the smell of konopel Yes nettles...
There, there, in meadows,
Where velvet is blackened earth,
Where rye is, wherever you throw your eyes,
Flowing softly soft waves.
And falls heavy yellow beam
Because of the clear, white, round clouds;
There is good...

Night in the village is jealous the night in the city
Says: - Well, what are you night? You are the light,
You display, lamp, tram gold
And half the night not sleeping, and no rebound
Institutions night from a truly public,
And diverge after midnight of the guests
Musicians, actors, girls, rogues,
Entertaining you, you're full of passion.
The city darkens, does not agree,
Village says: You're so quiet,
Only the wind will sigh, only the dog will razdaetsya,
The bird would cry out, his face buried in your fur
And silk, but the car tint headlights
On the road with the river coming up steam.
Only someone to the window fits, nightmares
Sleep scared, and stars strahnet nightmare.

Again in public tube lit a cigarette,
Snow hats jammed.
Sepecially me, talking,
Complaints winter tortured.

Wild currant,
Glanced house.
My dear Motherland,
To know such a fate...
Your overgrown fields.
Empty meadows.
In the garden nettles.
The river became shallow.
On a clear day, outside the village,
As the phenomenon of miracles,
See the ancient Novgorod -
A sawed woods.

I was looking for the old village
found a vacant lot and quinoa...
It is like the heart in otesile,
shone the Lily in the pond.
Ivana, Jacob and Masha -
went to another of parallell...
Orphaned village our -
great cradle.

City walls are built of chip villages.