Takes rest and restores power to itself,
Then hits too strongly and in a way very fell.
But what must keep the man in life, —
May be the connection with the lovely kind?
Perhaps we must care very quickly
In thoughts and acts about the needy.
When passes life so fast and sad
You may catch up and make agreement
With others: To be kindness itself,
And never hit. Ask it yourself,
What does it want to get from you? Let answer,
Or, may be, it is your duty lastly,
And must pay in time in full, —
Then hammer can’t hit you.
The life will be better, fate will be nice,
Prepare for the fortune better thus!
Already sent somebody thoughts
For you, – receive this letter of the God.
What does write He? – Hammer is a man,
The fortune is a nail, and people can
Be hammersmiths of life-fate then.
Horizon blue, horizon dark,
Which color better? Which do you like!
In color blue are the glowing rays,
In dark are reservoirs of strength.
What kind of secrets does have horizon,
Always something has been arising.
Always it is sending: darkness or light,
Thunder with lightning, or cloud white.
Sometimes sends rain, sometimes snow
Or fog, or wind, or heat or cold.
I can’t enumerate all things,
What’s sending horizon for building.
Or maybe horizon is master,
Who manages builders? Their construction
Must be pleasing and fine,
For people providing truly the shine.
New game what does present? Now the day
Has promised to likely meet.
I can believe its promise nice,
Because it never deceived us.
Horizon is too dark in the night,
But early morning – lightful sky, —
All things have the happy-end in life!
Good evening! How many words
Did write about the morning poets,
So many wrote about night,
But why the evening isn’t good?
This time is very good, fine,
More colorfully does the Sun shine.
All people speed, after finishing work.
They go home, there awaits the hot dog,
Awaits the TV set, and lastly – the bed…
From day to day till life will end.
I’m proposing, to put a stop
To being lifeless. Lifetime is very short!
At first the morning, day and evening,
And lastly – the night-deadlock where is ending.
In the evening, you must stop and look
How magnificent is the life! What took
From morning you through the lightful day?
What kind of treasure trove had you kept?
The evening – good time in life,
When we may spend to care for a time.
In evening must be always fine,
Life never does return, to the regret mine.
But sunny evening presents the sunset of life.
In previous time was shining the Sun,
In the new day, again is shining one.
But why in principle keep right,
And never infringe its state.
Why people can’t observe the laws.
From day to day are writing who
All principles in previous time did write
For man. Law-writer knows its right.
But who is one? The nature is,
Or may be somebody who is ruling it?
Seasons come back from time to time
How abiding to the laws they are?
Who is the lawgiver for man and seasons,
Who wants to be alright on the earth?
Who’s leading the weather and does restore
Its full strength and for long?
Who can be competent in life,
And know in all respects what is right?
Who is deserving attention ours
Whom may we love without being false?
It’s only the God! His principle is fine
We must all know in the life:
To be with all people in truthful Love!
Has written somebody about noon? —
Must be… But very seldom, whom
Was found interest in the problem,
