Zarema Meets On The Street Poem by Yuri Starostin

MEETS ON THE STREET

An infantry walked down the street.
I stood aside.
At once all of the coy,
A head turning in a half-turn,
Nodded on the fly to me:

«Know, to show, girl,
But a coy, is not someone,
Say to you!
My care is to protect
Your every day, every hour,
I got this order! »

I wave to a fighters by an arm.
Suddenly a smiling old man-
A habitant of a mountainous village -
Appear behind me.

«Let you, ' he said gently; '
A red sun diligently,
Leaving from the dawn in the way,
Will pull by the ears.

A long-legged rain, like a herons,
Under a trait of a master,
Can strung a beads
Of a warm drops for you,

That you grew up more
And grew happy,
You are by a soul
And rich and bright...»

He went along the square,
A good grandfather.
And here
A four pioneer
Jokingly gave a salute me.

And, flying along the sea, train,
In the light of the sun till a belt,
Flailed:
Hu-uu-u!
Can ride you!


All get enough a space in the wagons
Let faster the years fly,
Already other cities waiting for
Your arrival ».

A smoke floated, holding on the wind
Beat a waves on the berth,
The plane noticed me
And shook his wings.

I decided to go across the street
And on the square.
«Stop! » -
A sharp policeman
Gave a command to a machines.