Alive

© Gubat Abdullaev, 2019

ISBN 978-5-4496-4787-0

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Fate

 
Always believed in fate
She knew that it could not be otherwise
Evil will not lead to good,
And it is unlikely to bring good luck.
 
 
I always believed in dreams
And the ghost let me down,
Therefore, once you appeared,
On this day, I spent the fall.
 
 
I always believed in myself
In my mind, capabilities and powers,
It turned out I was going nowhere..
Absolutely obvious,
 

Embrace

 
Yes, this meeting is absolutely not accidental.
We both knew how the date goes
And even tears are not excluded.
 
 
Beautiful you have not changed.
Yes, you are not so keen on that.
I love you for consistency.
And you often, I often dreamed of.
 
 
Today I do not see sleep until dawn,
I write, not noticing lines, cells.
Your breath inspires, do you believe?
This and all other questions you know the answers.
 
 
To me like a magnet pulled me
Trust justified, hopes not deceived,
Well, what are you doing with me?
Ah istanbul, ah istanbul!
 

Forget it.

 
Do not forget, but forget.
And stop stretching smile
And look away.
And do not count the minutes
And talk about pain.
And burst into tears. To emptiness.
And do not read funny horoscopes
For tomorrow. For today.
Do not rush.
And dream
Optional color.
And do not look for meaning in them.
And love the flowers,
Do not immerse them in water
On the machine.
And do not hope —
Know for sure.
And do not tempt fate.
Fall in love.
 

Just one word

 
And how much sense in it.
Hope in him so much
Confusion, timidity.
Moment of waiting like that
First time.
Happiness shrouded in fog
Not us.
Cherished word
Heal by prayer
Not a soul, it is not in place.
Unlikely to
Peace to find.
Just one word found
 

Sorry

 
I love this town.
He sheltered me,
He did not demand to be chaste.
And I did not ask about the past
 
 
And did not teach
All sorts of everyday wisdom.
I love this town.
He let me go
Whenever I left away,
But then he accepted
Immediately forgive
 
 
I love this town,
He survived with me
The pain of loss, longing and betrayal.
Cured of you
And the rain washed away the tears.
He also really needs me..
 

City of Hearts

 
Triumphal arch after waving.
I will not forget your Eiffel Tower,
And the Versailles fairy palace.
 
 
I will not forget, as in the Cathedral of Notre Dame
I represented the tragedy of Hugo
And as she walked in the Champs-Elysées, in the fields
And he was full of quiche (pie).
 
 
I will not forget the Louvre, the grin of Mona Lisa.
Those pancakes with caramel syrup.
Avenue Montaigne, La Defense Quarter,
Dress Pompadour – the most charming Awnings.
 

Seem strong

 
To smile.
A hundred times fall.
A hundred times to climb.
 
 
Curse the fate.
Ask for forgiveness.
Fight
Stuck in humility.
 
 
And annoying to love
Then all of a sudden forget,
Then reproach how the beast howl
And in every way black everywhere.
 
 
Then cool
Ennoble.
Be yourself
Blame yourself.
 

Do you still hope that you are safe from death?

 
What will not tear apart your dark soul devils?
What will escape the fate of Einstein, Dostoevsky, Vern?
What will you live forever?
 
 
To say that imperishable? A rock
Great Pyramids, Chinese Wall, Kremlin, Colosseum,
He does not burn in hell. He will not touch the time.
It is not stuffed with tubes, will not be placed inside the insulator,
 
 
He will not begin to restore the heart rhythm
With the help of a professional defibrillator.
He will not dig a hole filled with worms.
He will not be mourned with enthusiasm Yaroslavna.
 
 
They will be admired at all times, spend fabulous money,
Seeing again, again and again.
And you will go into the darkness, and the earth will block the way back.
They will not touch you, talk to you, cuddle.
 
 
Well, maybe they will remember it once, but not more.
What are they alive for the dead to kill?