Прихода Анастасия
11 класс
БОУ "Средняя общеобразовательная школа № 68"
г. Омск
руководитель Тупенова Гульжан Маратовна
A snowy white birch.
Don’t weep, my snowy white birch, for the daylight waning
With a quiet sorrowful sigh that opens a night.
You remind me again, my birch, of Sergei Esenin,
An astounding patriot and poet of the countryside.
It was he, who praised a lot golden groves and meadows,
It was he who celebrated the Russian soul.
His immortal wondrous lines are in heart forever,
They are certain to support me after painful fall.
He described with tender love village life and nature –
Every rhythm and rhyme of his put me in the mood.
People come and leave the Earth – all of us are strangers,
But Esenin’s legacy will remain for good.
