On Valentine's Day it is customary to write cards with declarations of love - valentines. What words to express your love, as not verses of the classics of Russian poetry? We've compiled a list of love lyricists Russian poets so your card won't go unnoticed.
Verses to a woman
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
To *** (I remember a wonderful moment...)
I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sadness,
In the anxieties of the noisy bustle,
I have long heard a gentle voice
And dreamed of sweet features.
The years passed. The storms of rebellion
Dissipated the old dreams,
And I've forgotten your gentle voice,
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of imprisonment.
My days stretched on quietly
No deity, no inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
The soul is awakened:
And here you are again,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty.
And the heart beats in ecstasy,
And for him, he was resurrected
Both deity and inspiration,
And life, and tears, and love.
***
You and you
Empty you of your heart
She, in passing, substituted
And all the happy dreams
In the soul of a lover stirred.
I stand pensively before her,
I can't take my eyes off her;
And I say to her: how sweet you are!
And I'm thinking: I love you so much!
***
She's
"Sad art thou; confess what is the matter with thee."
- I love you, my friend! - "But who has captured you?"
- "Who is it? Glidera, Chloe, Leela?"
- Oh, no! - "To whom do you sacrifice your soul?"
- Ah! her! - "You are modest, hearty friend!
But why are you so upset?
And who's to blame? The spouse, the father, of course..."
- Not that, my friend! - "But well!" - I'm not him to her.
***
Mikhail Yurievich Lermontov
К...
"Forgive me for daring to come to you
Writing. A pen in my hand is a grave
In front of me. But what? It's all empty.
All the ashes she once beckoned.
To myself. I'm surrounded by a crowd of family,
Tears of pity covered faces.
And I write - I write, but not for them.
My love does not chill the tomb.
Love, - but you have not known my anguish.
I feel like it's a labor of naught:
He won't enjoy his last few minutes.
But so be it, I'm writing - while I still can -
This labor of my soul, my favorite labor!
Accept my letter. Your eyes will see
That I could not restrain my soul
To silence-so terrible is the power of passions!
You won't be offended by a letter of anguish.....
I've experienced many, many things in my life,
Mistaken friendship - oh! save my agony.
The words - I'm sorry - and there's no more worry,
I'm sorry, my friend," and signed off:
"Eugene."
***
Acknowledgement
For everything, for everything I thank you:
To the secret torments of the passions,
For the bitterness of tears, the poison of a kiss,
For the vengeance of enemies and the slander of friends;
For the heat of the soul wasted in the desert,
For all I've been deceived by in my life....
Just make it so that from now on.
It didn't take long before I was thankful.
***
Afanasy Fet
To her
Who can understand your smile
And the azure expression in her eyes,
He will understand my prayer
And rapturous lips chanting.
The day falls silent over the hot earth,
And, flaming with imperishable porphyry,
Here he is himself, Apollo the young,
Away he goes with quiver and lyre.
May you be the glow that captivates us,
May you follow him with your dreams,
But to you is our prayer hour,
That flies into our souls with the dawn.
***
She's
Two forget-me-nots, two sapphires--
The welcoming look in her eyes,
And the mysteries of the mountain ether
In the living azure of them through.
The golden fleece of her curls
In such a light as one,
Picturing the ethereal,
Bringing Perugin down to earth.
***
Fyodor Tyutchev
К. B. (I met you, and all the past...)
I met you, and all the old days
The outmoded heart came alive;
I remembered a time of gold
And my heart felt so warm.
Like late fall
There are days, there are hours,
When spring suddenly comes
And something will stir in us, -
So, all wrapped up in the breeze.
Those years of soulful fullness,
With a long-forgotten exhilaration
Looking at the cute features....
Like after centuries apart,
I'm looking at you, as if in a dream.
And then the sounds became more audible,
Never silent in me....
There's more than one memory,
Then life spoke again.
And the same charm in you,
And the same love in my soul.
***
I love your eyes, my friend.....
I love your eyes, my friend,
With their flame-wonderful play,
When you lift them up suddenly
And like lightning from heaven,
You take a quick look around the whole circle....
But there are stronger charms:
Eyes downcast
In the moments of passionate lust,
And through lowered lashes
The sullen, dim fire of desire.
***
Sergey Yesenin
Youth
Dreams and tears,
Flowers and dreams
I'm giving it to you.
A quiet caress
And a gentle fairy tale
I'm on fire.
And how much flour
Sacred sounds
They're hitting me!
But by the power of the grated
I'll send it all to hell.
Come here.
***
On a blue evening, on a moonlit evening.....
On a blue evening, on a moonlit evening
I was once handsome and young.
Unstoppable, inimitable
It all flew...far away...past.....
The heart has grown cold, and the eyes have faded....
Blue happiness! Moonlit nights!
***
Alexander Blok
To you alone, to you alone.
You alone, you alone,
Love and happiness to the queen,
You're a beautiful, young woman
All of life's best pages!
No loyal friend, no brother, no mother.
Don't know a friend, a brother, a son,
You're the only one who can understand
The soul's vague sadness.
You, you alone, oh, my passion,
My love, my queen!
In the darkness of the night your soul
Glittering like a distant lightning bolt.
***
Years have passed, but you're still the same
Years have passed, but you're still the same:
Strict, beautiful and clear;
Only the hair is a little smoother,
And the gray hairs glisten in them.
And I'm bent over a pile of books,
A tall, hunched old man, -
With one thought that's unattainable.
I look at your calm face.
Yeah. The years haven't changed us.
We live and breathe as we did then,
And as we remembered, we kept
Those fabulous years...
Their light ashes are in a long urn.
Our bright spirit is in the azure gloom.
And more and more marvelous, more and more azure-
Breathing past on the ground.
***
Verses to a man
Anna Akhmatova
The door is half-open...
The door is half-open,
The linden trees are waving sweetly...
Forgotten on the table
Whip and glove.
The circle from the lamp is yellow...
I listen to the rustles.
Why did you leave?
I don't understand...
Joyful and clear
Tomorrow will be morning.
This life is beautiful,
Heart, be wise.
You're totally tired,
You're beating quieter, more muffled.....
You know, I've been reading,
That souls are immortal.
***
I know how to love
I know how to love.
I know how to be submissive and gentle.
I can look into your eyes with a smile.
Tantalizing, inviting and rippling.
And my supple frame is so airy and shapely,
And the scent of curls.
Oh, he who is with me is restless in his soul
And he's in a state of indifference.
I know how to love. I'm deceitfully shameful.
I'm so shy and gentle and always silent.
Only my eyes speak.
They are clear and clean,
So transparently radiant.
They promise happiness.
You'll believe it, you'll be fooled,
Only the azure will become
And they're softer and brighter
Blue lights.
And in my mouth is a scarlet negativity.
A chest whiter than the snow of the highlands.
The voice is a babble of azure streams.
I know how to love. There's a kiss waiting for you.
***
Marina Tsvetaeva
I love that you're not sick of me.....
I like that it's not me you're sick of,
I like that it's not you I'm sick with,
That never a heavy ball of earth
It won't float away under our feet.
I love that you can be funny -
Promiscuous - and not playing with words,
And don't blush with a suffocating wave,
Lightly touching sleeves.
I also like the fact that you're with me
Calmly hugging the other one,
Do not forgive me in the fires of hell
Burn for not kissing you.
That my gentle name, my gentle name, is not.
Mentioned day or night - in vain.....
That never in the silence of a church
They will not sing hallelujah over us!
Thank you with both heart and hand
For knowing that you know nothing about me. -
So loving: for my night's rest,
For the rarity of sunset watch meetings,
For our non-walking under the moon,
To the sun not over our heads,
For being sick - alas! - not by me,
For being sick - alas! - not by you.
***
Your name, bird in hand
Thy name is a bird in the hand,
Your name is ice on my tongue.
A single movement of the lips.
Your name is five letters.
A ball caught on the fly,
A silver chime in his mouth.
A stone thrown into a quiet pond,
Sob like your name is called.
In the light click of night hoofs
Loud your name rumbles.
And call it to our temples
A resounding click of the trigger.
Your name - ah, you can't! -
Your name is a kiss on the eyes,
In the gentle cold of unmoving eyelids.
Your name is a kiss in the snow.
A key, icy, blue sip ...
With thy name, sleep is deep.
***
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