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The creak of that door -
I hear it as on the first day of our meeting.
Here everything is as before
But we are both so different.

I lay down on mattress,
Where, under our dusty bed,
Without recipient and address
I kept letters you never read.

How long will I wait for the right time?
I hope to meet you where you are not.
I haven't heard from you for long time,
And... I almost forgot:

How your hair slowly develops in the wind
Like thousands of swinging trees.
And when you sit with my handwriting sheet,
Your eyes fill with blood and tears.

The veins in your eyes were lightning,
I always knew when the storm would begin.
Everyday felt with you like fighting
But none of us could win....

The blood is stopped in your cold veins,
I think I can't write about anyone but you…
I didn't write your name in my remains
But everyone knew who I'm writing to.

Your letters are no longer reach me.
I don`t hear a quiet breath behind my back.
Thousands of mirrors and you are not in any.
I chased the shadows and touched them in the blank.

My poems were getting longer,
I wrote about thousands of words I could not say,
And your speeches were getting shorter,
And slowly, with wind, you were fading away...

You shed the rain on my dead lands,
You raised the flowers and let them die.
You created it all and destroyed with your own hands.
You did the same with your own life...

14/08/19

By Zhuravleva Anna, A2, 1st course

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Athanasy Fet / Alexander Pargunkin "This morning, this happiness..."

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Athanasy Fet / Alexander Pargunkin "This morning, this happiness..."

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This morning, this happiness,

This power of day and light,

This blue expanse,

This cry and bird flight,

These flocks, these pigeons,

These water streams,

These willows and birches,

These raindrops — these tears,

These fluffs aren’t leaves,

These mountains, these meadows,

These midges and these bees,

This ringing and this whiz,

These landscapes without eclipse,

This flavour of evening village,

This night without dreams,

This darkness and bed’s warmness,

These clatters and these trills,

All this refers to springs.

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Gloomy dark forest,

Many fast steps.

She wants to be honest,

While people`s lives collapse.

She tries to run away

From filthy nasty thoughts.

She tells them: “Go away!

It`s just my life, not yours!”

She knows that people lie,

Kill goodness, dreams and faith.

That`s why their lives will die

On an unknown date.

“I will not be like them”.

Continues to run.

She doesn`t have her Rem*.

The sun`s already gone.

The forest has no end

Because it`s just a life.

She wants a happy end,

It will not be. But why?

She is the same as people

Who lie to everyone.

She lies herself: “I`m not like them!

Do you think it`s so fun?”

A poor girl forgets herself,

Hides it in the dark.

But you cannot ignore yourself

If you want to spark

You try to run away,

You know that you are good.

It does not matter that

Badness is into you.

*Rem is the Goddess of Death from the manga and anime "Death Note". She loved the mistress of her death note very much, solved her problems and died for her

By Arina Kachurenko, 1st course, A2 WC

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My parents told me I was blessed
To be the best, become successed.
I've always got the highest grades
Throughout almost two decades.

I saw guys preying for my fall,
They say they'd stub me to the wall.
They guess I gain what I want,
Oh yes, I do, but no, I don't.

I cannot stand to be a nerd
I'm working hard and read a lot,
But I am not a boring one,
I both can joke and shoot a gun.

They are so wrong to my account,
Love is the thing I dream about.
"The studies only" - not my word,
I'm a romantic, not the Lord.

It seems I bang against the wall
That there's no man who'd see my soul.
I'm maybe ugly or insane,
I feel that I live life in vain.

By Daria Lunysheva🍭
The 1st course, A2 WC

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The night has come when all things change,

And I’m happy to suppose,

That we’re now very close

To something wonderful and strange:

It may be hidden deep inside

In every soul, the starry light.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky

And spinning then above the trees,

I have to get up from my knees

And fly forever, fly...

Enjoying taking every breath,

Defeating running time and death,

I’m soaring up above, above -

The miracle I love.

My tense expectations replaced by a feeling,

The one that will roll in a wave very soon:

All miracles happen, magnificent, thrilling

And then disappear behind the moon.

Each present is ready; the clock will be striking

And let then the Christmas get into the room.

The magic begins, it begins to your liking;

Ice patterns which cover the window will bloom.

You weren't so happy, but probably tired,

But now you, feeling at peace, realize:

By these festive moments we are just inspired,

And happiness quickly appears in the eyes.

Best dreams may suddenly come true,

And you, the only in the world,

Unique and clever, wise and bold,

Become a member of the crew

Of the Divine Starship tonight,

Be now ready for this flight.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky

And spinning then above the trees,

I have to get up from my knees

And fly forever, fly...

Enjoying taking every breath,

Defeating running time and death,

We’re soaring up above, above.

The miracle we love...

By Alexey Zimin, 1st course, A1 WC

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“I have a lot of time ahead!”
That’s how we like to think.
We find a moment to regret
And have no sec to blink.

We like to doubt and be afraid,
Stay in the comfort zone.
We hide ourselves under the plaid,
Prefer to be alone.

But somewhere out there is a world.
It’s, sadly, full of pain.
But you’ll always have a sword.
The mistake is a bloodstain.

And even thunder won’t stop you
When you dance in the rain.
‘Cause all the little things are true,
Trouble is not your chain.

And it’s too late to stay in nook
When you can only guess as an author:
“How many chapters in the book?
How long am I destined to bother?”

By Elena Strelkova, 1st course, A2 WC

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There is one way to follow in our life.
The only way to go is to go straight.
It leads to dark abyss. Take breath and dive.
Believe me, you don’t have to be afraid.

All the life-roads will come together at the end;
We’re all not going further than the grave.
Before the jump you’ll smile thanks to your friend:
The memories by which you will be saved.

Remember all the good things you have seen,
And all the precious places you have been,
The people you have met before sunset
And you’ll face the last day without regret.

Just look around. Catch fair wind and go.
Don’t look behind, it’s time to shine and glow.
And you’ve still got whole life ahead of you
Don’t pass it by. Run. Smile. Enjoy the view.

By Egor Zolotukhin

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Sparkles in the creases of your fingers were left by my touch.

You slip out of my hands so fast I don't have time to clutch.

You counted my endless eyelashes with lines at fingertips;

You ran your fingers through my pastel pink lips.

Your hands slide over mine like they're on a railing.

You've cooled my fever and relieved my boundless ailing.

As much as I wanted to, from the first day we met, I knew

I would never allow myself to fall in love with you.

But afterwards in a million different crowded rooms,

In every single I met nobody but you.

And among the thousands of steps on the ladder,

We always end up standing on the same one.

I thought again I'd made up a romantic youth affair.

But now your lips are already gliding through my hair.

When our sights so rarely collide, I always look away.

My eyes whisper to you what my lips can't say.

The weight of your head lay down into my neck's crook.

And I mentally blame myself for loving you.

Dark blue colors danced over your skin, slightly lighting it up.

Then all the sounds have smoothly dissolved between us.

In depth stillness my green eyes collide with yours:

Your touches on my arms are gentle but unsure.

In the light darkness dither floats across my face.

And you can't see I'm torn between two flames.

We sang and danced in infinitely length hallways.

I’m leaving him and spinning back to you like in endless dance.

Smooth movements, soft touches, you spun me around

And when I glanced back I saw that you were gone.

I feel so slight because you seem out of reach.

These feelings were too strong to deal with.

White lands, all sheets in mascara and endless eventides.

But once you told me that you loved my green (now weary) eyes.

And then you made me look like a pathetic cheater,

Poisoned by a morbid love with this “I REALLY NEED YOU” fever.

You coaxed me: senses are ephemeral. They dissolve in lapse of timing

But you can fall in love in a moment, and it takes forever to stop loving.

By annonymous

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In the wilderness of forest,

Where the pale light is on,

Smell of pine needles is dizzy,

Hut stands there from dusk till dawn.

This time everything is different.

Magic beasts just have revived.

Gracious fate granted salvation,

Nobly brought the saving light.

The hostess didn't dream of magic,

By chance she settled in the hut.

But the choice was made for her:
Tried to reveal, but door was shut.

She is not evil, not insidious,

Sarcastic, caring, kind and honest.

She raised her house from the ashes,

Came and broke those cruel orders.

All of a sudden forest - green,

Warlike squirrels carry nuts.

Hedgehogs militantly fight,

Leaving enemies in scraps.

One day a witcher found a hut,
Disappeared in bright green eyes.

He obeyed the will of feelings,

Confessed in love, made sacrifice.

Now on guard they stand together,

Mage and green-eyed redhead girl.

Two loving hearts as deadly shield,

Unraveling the future’s curl.

Coincidence can change the world:
Instead of darkness Sun will shine.

Love undoubtedly works wonders,

For all the worlds it’s perfect sign!

By Viktoria Rodicheva, 1st course, A2 WC

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The actor started smoking mulishly.

The lighter spewed the brightest flame.

Why did you darling act so foolishly?

This piteous lie was such a shame.

If you decided play the real smoking

Than smoke too hard to kill the lungs.

You are not stranger to self-chocking,

So, make this action qualitatively once.

And the cigarette’s smelling dubiously.

Lavender quickly stank of all the rows.

Grudge doesn’t taste that lusciously.

Just like the scent of blooming rose.

It is such a sneaky craftiness,

To seduce people with a fake.

Heal viewer from the soul draftiness

And let your cigarette to take.

Or better share your precious flame

And light my crumpled cigarette.

You’ll see a sorrow’s real fame,

It’ll slick the red roll-up and dissipate.

By Ekaterina Shtrykova, 1st course, A2 WC

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I am running up the staircase,

My long beige coat is fluttering in a hurry.

My fears and I are in the mad race,

Bad words are raining while it’s sunny.

I hate your red hair like a flame,

I hate my feelings for an idiot.

You put on me unearned blame,

Our split is coming, you insinuate.

I stop in front of a wooden door,

I’m breathing heavily, I’m trembling.

I wish to be together more.

There is your ring, it’s too resembling.

The sun was shining then as well,

We were at a picnic in the forest.

We kissed, we argued – a carousel,

Warm memories are the sorest.

You gave me then a silver ring,

We promised not to leave each other.

I’m trying to hear anything.

I don’t want to call your mother.

The doors are silent, as silent you.

I dare to enter. Wasn’t it closed?

Cigarette smoke obscures the view,

The smell of whisky hits my nose.

There is a terror in my mind.

I see your face washed with tears.

Your hair’s blowing by a wind,

Your sleep calms down my awful fears.

You whisper: “Please, I pray, come back!”

But I'm here, who are you calling?

It’s just a fearful dream, I beg.

I feel that what we built is falling.

I need to breathe, to realise.

I go to a window that it’s open.

A piece of cloth there catches my eyes.

A piece of a beige coat… I’m broken.

by Julia Yutkina, 1st course, A2 WC