Bored again in heaven Rodushko parlor,
Sirin bird does not sing more ominous …
"Let's go out in a purely Polyushko, singing hermit,
We'll see how things are there Russian Rod lives! "
Standing on a narrow trail, a stranger pretended
And he went on quietly Mother Earth —
Above Ground Russian Milky Way stretches,
Shining eyes-stars, glimmer in the darkness.
Zvezdushki heavenly — Ancestral Soul glorious,
Watch in amazement with heavenly heights
The affairs of miraculous, as the Lord their main
With a joyful humility on earth is coming.
Looks at the progenitors storonushkam kindly
Slezonki warm hand wipes:
"Oh, my Alenka, Russ my beautiful
White Birch, willow rest!
Beautiful garden of Eden, Iria heavenly
Thy rivers clean, free field.
Aromas of May, spicy, woody,
The bright, radiant, Russian Land! "
Quiet walks Rodushko,
Looks into the hut spravno,
Wakes brave Rusich, knights, kings,
"Come on little will, the army of Orthodox,
To protect the rights of his country! "
Tends to matter, knowing the proportion of women,
Herbal honey-sweeps in the Upper Room,
And from the heavens descends to him glimpses of universality,
Zorenki rosy cheeks for puts.
Cradle unsteady swaying Rodushko,
Like a kind grandfather affection looking into them,
With a gentle smile, patting the little head
Sleeping small detushek — his great-granddaughter.
In the haze of sleep pearl boundless field,
Sleeping forest primeval, Rechenka silent.
Only virgin wise — gentle bird Sirin —
Melodious song has got into the night.
Night fell over the endless expanse of the Russian land,
Spun loose stellar dance,
Light, gentle stranger
Path of walking on a narrow grass unmown
The lord ROD …
(By Marina Volkova, artist Nona Kukel)