Emil Sharafutdinov

Emil Sharafutdinov Poems

From Lermontov

A lone white sail appears in
The blue haze of the sea! ..
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From Blok

All day — like any day: comprised of little work
And many a trifling care.
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From Pushkin

Not highly I esteem
The loud rights from which many a head spin.
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на тему 'Нескончаемой любви' Р. Тагора

Я вас любил во всех обличьях
Из жизни в жизнь, из века в век;
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What a starry night today, behold!
Until late the Enchanter must have toiled:
Ascended hills, walked in the shade of dales —
He is the deathless lord of mortal days.
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From Krylov

A giddy Butterfly has sung
Through all summer in the sun;
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From Krylov

How many times it has been said
That flattery is vile, that flattery is bad,
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From Krylov

When long ago the Gods were removed from Greece
And among laity their lands were let on lease,
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(sonnet)
From Pushkin

Poet! do not prize highly public love.
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(An eastern legend)
From Lermontov

In the waterless plains of Arabian land
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From Lermontov

Unwashed Russia, farewell to you,
The land of lords, the land of serfs
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From Pushkin

Though heavy a burden is in it sometimes,
The cart is light when gaining speed;
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From Lermontov

A golden cloud passed the night
On the bosom of a giant cliff;
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What do we love the most among all things? —
Without doubt it is beauty.
But what it actually means? —
For some, indeed, it's just her body
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There are the three easiest things,
Though none knows what each means,
They seem to us so commonplace
That we take lightly every phase
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from Lermontov

Sadly I look at our generation!
Its future — either blank or dark,
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from Blok

Beyond the city a desolate block
Rose on the swampy land.
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from Krylov

A prankish Monkey,
A Mare,
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from Esenin

The golden grove has finished talking
In its birchen, joyful tongue
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The Best Poem Of Emil Sharafutdinov

The Sail

From Lermontov

A lone white sail appears in
The blue haze of the sea! ..
What does she seek beyond the rim?
What left she at the quay? ..

The billows play — the high wind blows,
The mainmast bends and creaks…
Alas! she runs from no sorrows
And no happiness she seeks!

The golden sun above her rolls,
The sky-blue stream beneath…
But for a storm she wildly calls,
As though storms bring peace!

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The poorest person on earth is the one who sells his shit - he's got nothing more valuable.

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