DEAR READERS! WE OFFER YOUR ATTENTION VERSES OF POETS, BECOMING LAUREATES OF THE LITERARY COMPETITION "THE SPRING OF POETRY IS BEAUTY", PASSED IN THE UAE AND CONVENIENT TO THE DAY OF SLAVIC DIGITAL LETTERS OF SILENCE AND WRITTEN DECLARATION OF SILENCE AND WRITTEN LITERACY LETTERS OF SILENCE AND WRITTEN LITERACY LETTERS OF SILENCE AND WRITTEN SILTIER.
Recall that the award ceremony was held on May 25 at the Al Raha Beach Resort in Abu Dhabi. The competition was held from February 10 to May 10 with the support of the Russian Embassy in the UAE. It was attended by 33 poets, 16 of whom live and work in the United Arab Emirates. At the same time, the youngest participant in the competition is only 11 years old, and the oldest is 70.
Places among the contestants living in the UAE were distributed as follows:
1st place - Anna Krukovskaya
2nd place - Elena Balina
3rd place - Irina Soluyanova and Inna Badr
It is gratifying that the poetry competition attracted the attention of those poets who live in Russia and the CIS countries. The most memorable author, for us here, foreign, was Yuri Bakanov from Magnitogorsk, noted by the jury.
And now, actually poems. Enjoy your reading!
Poet's star
In the nineteenth century the whole world was captivated by your devoted poet; And with a bird, as if breaking out of a cage, He struck a mad light with lightning. Years passed. Bright long undertakings Talent grew stronger, nourishing hard work. He knew the love and bitterness of parting, And that his friends were about to leave. He year after year - even in the days of bad weather! - In the name of a righteous life he does; Entered the fight against debauchery of autocracy, In the prime of life, our genius ... And - killed! But know, Star of Captivating Happiness, Your bright spirit Russia will revive!
Anna Krukovskaya
Bird people
They wanted to fly above the ground, but they can’t, Their problems, worries, anxieties are pulled down. People-birds Folded their blue-winged wings And forgot, How a dream will ever turn into a reality. People-fish Dived deeper and amuse themselves with happiness. They are not afraid of Neither earthly troubles, nor storm, nor bad weather. People-fish frolic at the bottom, like small children, And do not smell, That somewhere on them already set the network. People-horses were free, became tame. They didn’t notice what happens to them with time. Wind of expanse They traded for a quiet stall. Satiated, calm ... Eyes only with happiness did not shine ...
Elena Balina
Hundred roads
Life is an endless map of events. Every day is like a flag on the way. One hundred roads, one hundred priceless discoveries I am destined to find more. But in which of the hundred directions should I go after happiness after? I’m not afraid of the path of defeat - After all, without them there can be no victory. How can I not make a mistake? Or just go randomly? Maybe happiness itself knocks On my bluebird's wing door? I only know that you should not give up! I will never betray my dream! As I want only to smile at him, I spite all malicious words. Although the tit in my hands is something, My heart resists it. In the distance calls to other heights Fly for your crane.
Irina Soluyanova
Life is the eternal circle ...
A sweet village dreams at night - Forest, river, open spaces, birds in stacks ... Native grandmother looks all out the window - Waits for me to come ... Believes all the same ... This faith and my hope Help me to remember ... Everything will be as before ... A little girl would live without worries And do not know that sadness that always oppresses ... Only with the sadness of this Russian man Gets a pure image forever ... Is this a "mystery of the Russian soul"? Or didn’t they go all the way to the Temple? And when we get to the end of the road, We’ll probably be asked what we brought ... That load will be heavy, maybe all sins ... Eternity or the Abyss ... In spite of the fear, I live that force with my native Russian, Mother's prayer and my tear ... In a distant Orthodox land The Proud Cross is the proud head above all around ... It has become easier - here is Grace ... The thread has grown stronger - we cannot be untied ... The Russian Opole il sands around, Motherland and Faith - the life of the Eternal Circle ...
Inna Badr
I would tell you ...
I would tell you about the mother and father, They raised our city in the steppe, Then still without parks and palaces, Without noisy streets and boiling steel. I would like to tell without embellishment: The city is dressed up in the summer at times, In a tram round dance at an early hour, In the fog under the Magnetic Mount. And how, sparkling, the metal is boiling in the bucket, Hiding behind a smoky red veil! ... So that the world would triumph, Salty sweat dug up iron. The German shell didn’t take our steel And didn’t take us - we are not on that batch ...! After all, metal was smelted in Magnitogorsk. In our blood there is almost one iron. For a long time the fire of war has died down, But warmth of hearts is flowing from the workshops, Live, my city, the iron capital pleasing the eye of My country! You are beautiful in its purity From simple faces, frank smiles, From flashes of open-hearth martins at night and from people walking on the shift!
Yuri Bakanov (Magnitogorsk, Russia)
In conclusion, we want to wish each of you to find your spring, from where you can draw goodness and love. Peace be with you!
