Activities of Anna Polibina-Polansky

Part Two. My perfection, my reflection, my awe, my adoration, my missed fortune, my blunder. My inner wonder. The waves husting about. The winds bustling aloud. You are a dolphin, I am a mermaid trout. You keep my dreams detached from the crowd. I decipher your affection, I follow your reflection. We keep the same up tanned complexion, the same black pupils. You are a temple, I am a steeple. I am rosy sepals, you are my Cupid. We are interlaced, We are envied and chased. We change spots and places. We are hooked at laces. The water is unfelt or acid. Our bay is shared onto two. We are up doomed At each other's nearness. I recall it so clearly.2024-25.
Gradually, slowly, in steps, thoughtfully, changing partners. Good things to do, cute countenances to keep. I am a deity molding shapes for wings. Feathers fit the stencils for the yet unexpressed. New spots match my new ties. I sit at the terrace of chestnuts filled up by lemon chameleons. I get indulged to you at your jeep, I know no betrayal. Pines and cypresses hide away our linkage. The bay stirs nearby...
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Dedicated to Valery E.M., deputy mair of Tuapse ***
We simultaneously feel all matters,
We comprehend the at a common way.
The snow here is about, scattered,
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Verses by Anna Polibina-Polansky. Devoted to Valery Eughenyevich Miroshnichenko (Tuapse; June,2024)
** I dare call you, my seeet fiance. I can't admit it, nor just blankly say. Thise Southern midnights of the springtime bloom Were all of rosy scents and mooney gloom. I parted with the faces of the shore. You were alone, among my cares and chores. The riddle of our random feelings bleak Just offered me the other bank, to seek. Ghortensias stood solemn, pink and sweet. I sat under the moon, in ivy weeds. So you disclaimed, denounced my choices there. You left me scattered, pure, faithful, fair. The landscapes, all of orchards and of waves, Chaoticly, depict my daily ways.2024.
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So our light-winged dreams,
Occurred to us, last spring.
Gortensias and roses
Were, by the shore, imposed, then.
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You look yet teasing in looks, for myself. My pair is obliged to your appearance: my partner is considerably reminding you. I can't help upper laws of the existence. I was not startled by your age, but now I am aware of my marital status. I love my wife more than a.o. before, not excluding you. I am 43 by now, and she is a couple of decades elder, but she is going to have a kid (!) by me, her first kid. So envy our story. No meataphors are occurring.
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If you do not fulfil my wishes, all your deeds are in vain. You helped wrong people, perhaps my foes.

I have in mind only to keep my half happy, not to hurt my kins. I ought not be asked too much; instead, I need be offered what I ask you of. I need stay with my spouse, without interference. My spouse will follow me herself. Do you hear it, my half. If not, it is okay, I will invite you.
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You are so unbearably pretty. My hot congratulations on your looks so appealing to me.

People who send notes ask me. If people do not ask too much (I am wedded) . I don't see why the demands come. I may ask a dentist, living at one of my former Christian countries with my half,
the ability to carry on praying.
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Who discern my foes, that is prudent. Grow permanent at your strategies. If I am a Muslim, I am a shiite (legal branch) , not just a sunnite (a lyric philosopher like Mukhamed) .
One more point. I would have married one who adores my looks. But I am already wedded at the Sacred Land (the name of my spouse is under tons of seals) . I am humanistic, I estimate feelings of others, but I am married (look up above) . You can't trace two or three hares a time, they flee by varying vectors. Some of hares even have no idea if they are demanded. I trace no gaming. My heart is so desperately occupied. An eternal pair is the highest conception of God, at this mean world of jealousy and regret. Extra sprouts get the stem rottened. I would prefer kids by the spouse only. Each would.
My spouse is ultimate perfection. Our link is young. The names are uncalled. Guessings are perfectized either.
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I care only of the looks that bother me. I have no attitude to those whose look do not disturb me.
That is for love. I am humanistic, but how can I treat the zion? In no way.
Come over. I would have spent another night with you then. But now I am married, andI do not regret my living in a pair. I do not wish anything beyond. I mean it. I beling to what I beling. If a person is faithful, he/she will never regret it. No traison waits for him. He won't notice even if the traitor is substituted.
It is not my case. I prefer to promise little. And to keep what I happened to promised. I can be never forced to things. My soul is little and stuffy, I hardly comprise the looks of just one person. If I say I beling to s.o., it is likely that.
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I'll tell you what to do. They all are producing bastards and cure their diseases with bleak, arbitary sex. They keep no wedded partners. And they mean to split all loving, permanent pairs. Because of envy, spite, jealousy, revenge. They awfully look, they are of no capacities, they are zionic in daily lives. We need overlook them. They are susective of good semi-gender pairs and associate our genre with unfaithfulness, dirt, confused choices. I throw up from their properties.
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