The Portrait Following On The Heels... Valery Alalykin Poem by Yuri Starostin

1
The happiness hopelessly flickers
By the farewell reflexion of the love.
The splinters of a days fly fruitlessly...
And here you have become gloomy.
2
And I killed was by the sorrow,
Hardly by the winds having made up a wave,
When the rejected was by the maiden
With a radiant reflexion in the eyes.
In 'The acquaintances', at the night, on the Internet,
Having seen the angelic portrait,
I have read all in 'the dry' questionnaire
About the growth and weight, and how many years.
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I have offered - it is time to meet.
She has answered - I am afraid!
I have written - allow to get married.
She say to me - I will be kept!
And in general, here I am casually.
With the strangers it is a shame to speak.
So all extraordinary,
That is possible a nonsense to create.
And has suddenly disappeared - there is no questionnaire!
Likely, I have told not that.
Here to me this etiquette! -
Better somewhere the silent would keep.
Remained in the memory by the mirror
The portrait is by an icon painted.
I go along the street sadly -
On the heels It follows me...
Has stopped, has looked narrowly -
Carresly Arina looks.
There was a winter. I have reddened...
Yes so that the blood already boils.
Her eyes - an east dawn!
The signs of the faces, as the warm south.
After all She is lonely too,
But how to enter into her to me a circle?
− Greetings to you, my Arina!
With you everywhere we are together -
What is the wonderful paint-ture! -
But it is better to meet alive!
− The meeting, Nik, I am afraid of the casual.
I cannot to belive now.
From the antecedents life damned
One treachery is in the brain.
I was surprised − a shy voice
Sounded from the picture painted,
And the gentle lips, as a lotus,
Flared as so in the spring.
I was wanted to approach - to take in the hands,
But the portrait has kept away suddenly:
«Oh Nikolay, your attempts
Conduct you on a false trail»
The portrait still kept away further
And, at last, suddenly a point became.
To know, fondly I was dreams up
And was hoped for a good luck.
What is it, is simple a em-charming?
How to think - to the best or no?
And by so what is enjoy,
When there was near the portrait!
3
Has passed a three days, a portrait suddenly again
Again pursues me,
As the queen of clubs to an ace of diamonds, -
Not the life, but simply the trap!
What is it, a mysticism, an image?
No, it is the inflamed mind!
After all the brain already to the exhaustion
Has finished itself from the bitter thoughts.
I search for her! −the search is fruitless...
Who knows, perhaps, from a village?
Well, directly submit though to the search -
Such the sad affairs.
There are no forces to think without a reproach,
And the thoughts are torn to a pieces −
I am without her, likely, soon
I will die from a melancholy insult.
Well who to her has steep on the heart
And the soul has burned almost to the ashes? −
Any more you will not ask with the fo-believer! −
And here an ashes fly on everybody …
For the fifth day has opened 'The acquaintances' −
Oh a miracle! - from her the letter!
The words still flows without a pretence,
As the fragrant wine!
I have become tipsy. She wrote:
Yesterday I left for a wattle fence,
And there the gipsy has foretold:
«He searches for you every day! »
− Oh Nikolay, indeed
I am to you till a death be need?
Is the soul, you search − not a body,
I should to be confident.
− Arinushka, a dawn of the east,
By the face -the sacred good bless,
You are Divine Mother without a defect.
How on you to me not to dream?
And I was searched for you everywhere.
The winter grumbled: have a rest.
But your image in any blizzard
In my opinion stood all the days long.
− Ah, Kohl! I was looked all the days long
In a photo you.
And only today I has grown bolder,
The destiny for the conscience fingering.
But as it is bitter, know the truth:
The two sons I love.
They are given by the destiny in an award,
And to all of us together more cheerful is.
The treachery or the error,
But I am pinned now:
Such, my friend, do not love very much.
I am only to the children also necessary.
− Arina, may be, I will arrive?
Today the young month
With a smile listens to the conversation.
It is, it is visible, too single.
− Well Kohl! Look, one o'clock of the night!
Whether is conveniently in such earlier?
− Arinushka, is not present a some force!
Be not afraid, it is not a deceit.
− I trust, here and my phone.
Call, I will prompt the address.
Probably by the such 'reform'
I spend forever a grief.
4
In her eyes I look, as in the sky.
They are a divine blue.
In them does not happen, it is visible, an anger.
She is the charmi-er than all goddesses.
Her cheek is more gentle than a willow.
Zevs, likely, has hastened,
To calm a nerves,
To him if I would resolve …
So we began to live together amicably.
Have celebrated a wedding on the spring.
Et a children became necessary for us,
To be happier doubly.
26.08.2012