My favourite poem (written by Sergey Yesenin)

To Kachalov's Dog

 


Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck,
I swear I've never seen one like it.
Let's go, the two of us, and bark
Up at the moon when Nature's silent.
Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck.


Stop licking me, pet and please do
At least heed this advice I'm giving.
Of life you haven't got a clue,
You do not realise life is worth living.


Your master's kind, a man of note,
And visitors his home are thronging,
They all admire your velvet coat
Which smilingly they love to fondle.


You're devilish handsome for a dog,
So charming, trusting, unsuspicious,
Not asking if you may or not,
Like a drunken pal, you plaster kisses.


Dear Jim, I know a great variety
Of visitors of all sorts call,
But have you seen her here, the saddest
And the least talkative of all?


I'm sure she'll come here. In my absence
Please catch her eye. Go kiss her hand for me,
For all my heart or fancied errors asking
Forgiveness of her in humility.
1925

Nature of Belarus by Snoopyboy (Englishbaby.com) & other pieces

" Nature in Belarus

January 5, 2012
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     watch  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuUuSFvMmMU 

(this what I wrote after I watched the video)

O! wilderness of Belarus, so pretty and composed

Where nature seems to linger and pause

No rush, no stress only bliss, where time froze

How I’d love to roam your trees, undisturbed and at ease

Everything left alone and at peace.

A lone bison grazing on some luscious herbage

A squirrel grating on a nut with not a care in the world

Flowers, witnesses of a yesterday’s rain, bear on them droplets of freedom and purity.

On your soil seems to nurture harmony and tranquility.

At ease ,nothing amiss, nothing is bothered

Flamboyant trees which I’m yet to acquaint, of the most beauty

Trunks licked by a paradisiacal creek fed by a fervent waterfall

Yet again, nothing seems amiss, everything in its place

A lone bee suckling the ambrosial nectar crusted by a hospitable flower

A place where deers can trot peacefully, unalarmed.

Wilderness of Lakes! Unruffled and dormant where pristine swans afloat your waters so delicately.

O! Wilderness of  Belarus!

Where birds stray your soil and rest, on your mother –nature- made nests

The crisp sky above must be very pleased of your sight

Belarus unknown and beautiful, grant me entrance to your charming Edens.

Country of trees and breeze, Gem of Europe, Heavenly-ridden Landscapes

Holder of Nature’s best kept secrets, unveil to me your gardens of splendor and tenderness "

snoopyboy Antarctica

" Somewhere in Belarus lives a woman by the name of Kotlesya. She’s got an easy and discriminable smile, it’s contagious and spontaneous Her grin is alluring like the North Star, divinely carved on her cheery a face. Her eyes are a treasure trove to anyone who fixates on them, Something profound about them will lull anyone into a state of fascination. One glimpse at this personified beauty will certainly spoil your sorrowful day. Whoever pioneered the saying beauty is only skin deep, obviously never met Lesya. Once you get familiar with Lesya her character will strike you as wonderful A heartfelt honesty, and lively kindness, a keen sense of understanding, A very spirited and engaging individual, she’s a handful of goodness. You’d think I’m half-crazy if I told you I never met Lesya in person, but it’s true. I only know Lesya through her words and some images of her she’s had posted But I’m convinced about my perception of her. I hold reverential admiration for her, she has a friendly soul. So dear Kotlesya, I heartily would like to wish a happy day to you. -Snoopyboy "