And so they too came to the blacksmiths,
When they saw a maiden not of our blood.
The older son said:
"Let's take her away,
A beauty for the support of our roots.
But Berkut was embarrassed, No, I will not give her away,
I'll never give my bride to anyone.
Then the eldest son ordered the fire to be set on fire,
That hut where the blacksmith lived.
The bride was tied up and thrown into a boat,
And Berkut was beaten by two soldiers.
The two sons came back to their father,
And the older one decided to get married.
He said: Here's the bride I brought you,
Get ready for the trial, sir.
Let the wedding be the most glamorous of all,
Let the people at the wedding rejoice
But the bride is sad, she's sad, she's sad.
How can she be, she doesn't want to be
To be somebody's wife, she doesn't want to be
But then the maid came to help,
And says to Anyuta:
At your wedding, when you're getting married,
We can swap with you.
Under the veil you can't see who's who.
And this way you'll be saved from the wedding.
I just love my eldest son,
But he doesn't know it.
And since I'm a maid, where can I find him
In the guise of a wife.
This way I'll make my dream come true,
And you have your interest.
I agree, said Anyuta.
That's all, I live
Now we just need to get ready.
The wedding ceremony, all the people came,
To admire the young wife.
But the maid was under the veil,
And the girl was fleeing.
No one noticed the switch,
The groom only found out afterwards.
Well said, sir.
Now you are king,
Your maid is your queen.
"Anyuta ran, but as long as she could.
And her strength was all gone.
She lay quietly on the ground,
To rest by the pier.
And then someone's voice called Anyuta,
And it was the blacksmith.
He followed in her footsteps,
Looking for her everywhere, trying to find her.
And then he found her, lifted her up and embraced her,
And happiness knew no bounds.
Now I'll never give you away
I'll always be by your side.
As the years passed, Anyuta lived with her husband,
And enjoyed her life.
And year after year she gave birth to children,
Two handsome sons.
And one day, when they were grown up,
Two sons, Stepan and Procopius.
Went to the sea for their dream,
To the town where Anyuta was from.
And there they arranged their lives,
And all were very happy.
The tale of this story is fiction,
But there's truth in the tale.
A man is destined to love,
And to be reborn for love.
***
Instinct for life
Family. An ordinary husband and wife,
And with them joyful children,
Two sons and little Vetta.
And somehow of great love,
And faith in happiness without limits,
A hero was born in that family.
And in that family again an event.
But I'll say differently about the hero,
Not everyone can praise the destiny,
But to live and rejoice in every attention,
That makes one love his life.
The boy that was born to a couple in love.
Through no fault of his own, was ill from birth.
But the "golden" mother lived her soul with him,
And every moment the child was cherished.
No matter what the neighbors judged,
And said, why do you?
You torment him, and you yourself are in sorrow,
You're destined to be born with a lot.
And my mother said to them:
And she covered their words with her hand,
You don't understand the power of a man,
He, too, needs to experience happiness.
And a happy man, even if he's sick.
It is not given to him to be like everyone else,
But if he breathes, he's happy with his life,
And he wouldn't want to complain to his fate.
That's not how this couple's fate turned out.
And all his cares were thrown to him.
He was cherished, loved and caressed
And they didn't shed a tear for their family.
As the years went by, Roma grew up and enjoyed life.
No one insulted or blamed him.
And he didn't seem superfluous in that family,
He just lived as he should.
And then one night, at night time,
When everyone had long since gone to bed.
Only Roma, reluctantly in bed,
He couldn't sleep and went out for a walk.
And in the kitchen he found matches,
And he suddenly wanted to know
How his mother uses these things,
And what it is possible to set fire to.
But the power of waiting for desire,
Momentarily brought to the house fire,
And Roma of all not understanding,
What to do, he did not expect it.
At first he watched the flames burn,
And only then, when in the smoke.
The flames made him clearly suffocate,
And realizing he had to save his family.
His instincts for life led him to the impulse,
He began to call, to knock, to shout for his family.
Through sleep, all the inhabitants naturally awoke,
When the apartment was filled with smoke.
Naturally everyone was in shock.
But the main thing that they were given to understand.
That a man who had no purpose in life
Was able to feel that he had to survive.
And in that family from now on, the feeling of life is sacred,
And everything is given for it with a soul.
When fate is prejudiced against you,
But life is ready to change it.
History leads a man.
To live, life needs to be understood,
And for it to be given with an answer,
A family must nurture it with love.
***
A man at the altar
A man lived like all ordinary people,
Loved, suffered, held on, grew up.
But like everyone else, he succumbed to his will,
As life flowed, so did he carry it.
But then one day a thought occurred to him.
How terrible it is to live, but to be a stranger in life.
All men live like that, in other people's destinies,
But we don't want to dig into our own fate.
Why was he born into this mundane world?
He never thought How he would live later on.
But every day he believed in a miracle,
That his life would strike a chord in that hour.
And in the episodes of life bathed,
That man went up to the altar.
To ask God if he was right in his deeds,
That every day he gives his life.
To which the Almighty, with signs, let him go,
All the truth that was born in his eyes.
Thou man look'st upon life playing,
And only yourself betrayed by untruth.
No one will ever move life,
You're a man's master but yourself.
And only the righteous path you'll build for yourself.
When in life thou shalt love thyself.
Then it will be like the kingdom of God,
When God and man are at one with him.
Wise deeds will be needed as air,
To live with your soul, soaring high
***
Stability
Everyone knows what they dream of.
Of soul, of balance, of life.
And they're all just thoughts,
And in deeds, it's not what happens.
Which leads to the manifestation of rudeness,
To an attitude of disorder.
Unwillingness to move to action,
And "hangs" the inhibition of life.
These are all but ridiculous difficulties,
Like balance, like the scales of stability.
Like balance, like the scales of stability.
There are black and white stripes,
In this world it's all acceptable.
Everyone sees it differently,
Everyone makes mistakes.
It's just a sign of the breath of life,
The desire for superiority.
We don't see the signs of attention,
We don't know how to feel reciprocity.
It's all acceptable in everyone,
It's just a test of reasonableness.
expecting something ridiculous
Coveting what fate has not ordained.
Taking from others what they don't need,
As if in our hands would be better.
Everything depends on what's done,
And looking for something better wouldn't be worth it.
For everyone has a wheel of stability,
But not everyone uses it.
See the essential, see the difficult,
Allow those, other possibilities.
Each may go as he or she wishes,
And balance with care!
***
You have to live only with your heart
You have to live only with your heart,
Where love is born of love.
When you feel your heart beating,
With the person who gives love.
There's not much of it, not little of it
And with it comes nothing but miracles.
When you feel it's all so right
And it makes your soul burn.
You know they're coming to meet you,
And every day you feel the warmth
And filling all living things with light
You feel the days go by easily.
No matter how bad or good you feel today,
When your soul is in love.
You're not alone, your heart beats with you,
That you gave to someone else
You only have to live from your heart,
Love the one with whom you share a soul,
It is alive, it is with you together,
It's with you till the end
***
Maybe it seems that we are looking for something that is missing in our life,
Maybe it's still not what's around us in this life today.
Maybe it's the silence we hold in our hearts,
Maybe it's just a dream that we want to warm from our hearts.
To fulfill that which we would like and to revive the hope of love,
That we so seldom have
And just waiting for it all to happen.
Perhaps our deepest sorrows call out to us and call us to endure
The pain, the tears, the happy laughter of all that happens to us.
Maybe everyone has the gift of anxiety To feel that we are still alive,
Maybe it's still a little that would be good for us.
And that happiness so plays with us, then hides, then reveals the world,
For some reason we miss it all!
For some reason we want it so much!
***
The Enchantress of Autumn
Autumn is a magician in a palette of colors,
She paints the world in mysterious ways
And it's a miracle you can only enjoy,
The keeper of golden causes.
We are inspired by nature's creation,
She's an artist, she's given to create.
And it's all inexplicable to our vision
And we can't explain it.
The autumn leaves fall under our feet
It's like a carpet that covers our path
As if to inspire us on our way,
So that we can't turn away
The winds tell us the prose of life
Where to act and where to cool down.
They're the only ones that tell us the lines
How this life should be lived.
***
Autumn and love
A waltz played for us in the fall,
It swirled us in the arms of love
Raindrops sang to us
And dreams seemed to come true
Autumn inspired us to create
And made us fall in love with her beauty
We wanted to love and be loved
We wanted to love, we wanted to love
We wanted to be closer than we are
It's like we've grown wings
And love reaching up to the sky
Melted the sorrows of our hearts
We wanted to fly and fly,
To praise the autumn with gratitude
For making us feel again
What it is to be loved
We wanted to be closer all our lives
And feel that we are born again
And thank you, autumn, for everything
For praying for our love.
***
Goodbye
Goodbye, it may be painful,
But parting brings you back to life.
And what you wanted to live worthy
I'll let you be
As your dreams have made you
As fate has made you to be here.
As angels admired you,
And never let go of your light
But I, alas, let me thank you
For the way you've been caressing and warming me.
For trying with all your strength
To keep all that you have.
For that, all that we had
A beautiful time in love
The night has covered us with its wing
And melted away in the daytime Like fresh dew
Love is gone, it pains us to hear it
But we have to talk about it
For there is a soul that hardly breathes,
Which, wishing to free itself.
Don't be sad, don't be sad, don't be sad