Игорь Веряскин,Чернила для 5 класса,студия Сергея Кузнецова Старая церковь 1995г
« Old church »
Unless someone remembers, so centuries.
You were for many a consolation.
Went to you to rains and howl snows.
To be pleased and sorry.
How many here got married someone's souls,
How many here read the burial service and christened.
You hid from heat and icy colds.
Those who after tore your icons.
The wind howled, groaned, in lattices window.
Bells for a long time are melted into circuits.
Have brought down crosses from belltowers and have washed off icons...
You are not necessary more, old church!
You remember gilding on crosses,
Soft light of candles under images...
And now here a dirt and emptiness.
But there was a miracle - wax a smell.
Your peal was audible,
Pleased your each-each holiday.
And an altar now, instead of icons,
In inscriptions of ugly creatures ugly.
The wind howled, groaned, in lattices window.
Bells for a long time are melted into circuits.
Have brought down crosses from belltowers and have washed off icons...
You are not necessary more, old church!
You know, that you is ended term,
And from anybody you do not wait for rescue.
Only the kid is so much evenings.
Goes to a temple for all to be sorry.
Blood and scars of ancient your walls.
No cement any more will link.
And the boy, costing at ruins,
Silently whispers: Well, rescue church!
The wind howls, groans, in lattices window.
Bells for a long time are melted into circuits...
You know, the kid, it is necessary to ask only from the god,
That it has rescueed your old church.
You know, the kid, it is necessary to ask only from the god,
That it has rescueed your old church.