Я на тебя смотрел

Es gab keine erb?rmlichen Zweifel

Es g?be keine Faulheit

Und ich w?rde mir sagen:

"Schau, Sasha, wie sch?n die Welt ist!

Wie ungew?hnlich sch?n!

Du dachtest, er w?re schrecklich.

Ohne Poesie. Primitiv.

Nein!

Sieh dir die Leute an.

Eine wunderbare Palette von Gef?hlen.

Eh ?berall auf der Erde

Den Menschen w?rde das Gl?ck schenken.

Поэма о первой любви

What a day! A

beautiful day! The

soul sings.

Oh my God!

How easy it is to live!

People, look around.

The sun is all around.

The sun.

And the air is clean.

I'm glad.

I'm glaring at people.

Into the trees.

Into the air.

I wink at the sun.

Flirting with the wind.

Memories are like bees

Bustling buzzing

And build

Lived episodes

honeycombs.

And how long have I lived?

I asked myself involuntarily.

Quite insignificant.

And thoughts fluttered

And the breeze came in waves

Refreshing

Caressed

Calming

Me.

Oh, Tomik, I remembered you!

My first love and deity.

I loved you

Pushkin would say

Idolized

I would say.

I was immersed in magic.

The Magical World

Tomka gave it to me

And inspiration, pathos and love.

And Tom is going through everything

And she throws timid glances after him.

Poor Tamarka doesn't know yet.

That I love her.

I worship.

But I'm not coming yet.

I repent.

I'm embarrassed of her.

I love platonically

Purely poetically.

Or maybe I 'll come up

Everything happens in the world.

While we're just

riding with her

By bike.

I like this kind of love

We ride, we laugh loudly

And she gets upset

Poor girl.

But I won't find

the words until I dare to approach her

Don't say the word love to me

Better later.

Everything is still ahead.

Come on, it's hot enough

Write about love.

My favorite Tamarka.

I'm sorry.

It's hard for me

no matter how good.

16 years already.

And I'm still nobody.

I will be 17 years old soon

And what could I do?

And what have I done?

What feat have I accomplished?

Why have I lived for 16 years?

There are rays of

dreams in my soul

In the midst of the darkness of loneliness

Psychology of throwing

Creative writing.

How naive I was

And how funny he loved

Yes, I've changed a little now.

I don't have many friends.

I was too strict with them.

How naive I was.