In A Flight By Vasily Bargachan Poem by Yuri Starostin

In a flight
A helicopter sting up, as the crazy gadfly,
Stung the blue sky,
And, as on a thread, bounded
I am near the cloud drift.
How many times from a ground enviously
I watching a bird flight?
And now independently
Looking on my world with heights.
Instantly everything changes
As for the first time I see:
A river writhing as a snake,
Shining on the sun, like a snake.
A lake seem to me a spots
And a meadow a tundra space is,
And an incomprehensible monsters -
A combs seem to me a folds
Of the native land,
Wherein here and there,
As the alive forest,
A herds of a deer
Are running afar.
I'm hunting add them up,
Forgetting for the moment my dreams...
For the first time I looked round the earth,
As a gyackan do,
From a proud height.