Clive Smith \ Gathered on the road Long Winter ...

I have a presentiment that they will say to me: "I woke up!"))
It may be too late, if we take into account the temperature on the thermometer, when it is time to try on a sarafan,
But I really liked the verse - such a kind of "Winter is not in vain angry, it's time to come ..." in a modern way.)))
Vladimir Kush Clockwork Apple


Gathered on the road Long Winter,
I put on my boots, took my fur coat.
In the suitcase - a blizzard, a cold and a blizzard.
Snow basket is not needed now.

She sat down on the path,
Leave offensively podium chic.
Vesna asked: - In honor of my merits
Allow me to stay around for a week?

Spring frowns eyebrows, sends a refusal to Winter:
"You've already sat down before you."
I foresaw your retreat.
You have not changed in the last year.

Laughing at once sly Winter:
"Maybe it's too early for you to come with warmth?"
My boots are shaking, can I take them off?
I want to try on a new shoe!

In the wardrobe new things to buy me.
You picked a stylish suit where?
I'm so tired, so much mess!
Here's to change my coat - would you ...

Spring blushed, timid hides sight:
-Yes, I was late, I needed an outfit,
And I could not find a taxi free.
So I lost a couple of days on the road.

Then winter sneezed, changed the tone:
- I just got a little cold - the viruses are all around ...
Have pity on me, you should treat the flu.
How can I let the patient go?

"I studied all your tricks."
Here's the ticket for the fast, "says Vesna.
- I'll teach you how to make a firm dish,
Winter secrets you can open ...

- I can not stand the cold and frosts from my childhood,
And I can not be your girlfriend.
Yes, until a new meeting, but in another year ...
It's your time, it's time for me, I'll go ...

And Winter put on dark glasses,
Butterfly drove away, called a taxi.
The hat viciously dropped, right on the run,
Piteously said: "I will not persuade ..."

Angelika Yankovskaya

The author of works - Clive Smith

Clive Smith is an English artist.
Born in 1967 in St. Albans, England.
In 1985 she received a design degree in St. Albans, Hertfordshire, England.
In 1988 he received a Bachelor of Arts degree from Kingston Polytechnic University.
In 1988 she moved to New York.
In 1995 - 1997 she studied painting in New York.
Currently lives and works in New York.

Creativity of Grand Duchess Olga Alexandrovna Romanova

Olga Aleksandrovna Romanova (June 13, 1882, Peterhof - November 24, 1960, near Toronto) - Grand Duchess from the house of the Romanovs.
The youngest child and the youngest daughter of the Russian Emperor Alexander III and the Empress Maria Feodorovna after Nicholas, Alexander, George, Xenia and Michael. The amateur artist.
In the imperial family, all children were trained in painting, but only Olga began to deal with it professionally.
Its teachers were teachers of the Petersburg Academy of Arts, in particular V. Makovsky, S. Zhukovsky, S. Vinogradov.


"The house is surrounded by a blossoming lilac,
1950's.
canvas, oil


"Lilacs at home",
1950's.
Cardboard, oil;
Right bottom corner "Olga"
On the back of the tag is "Olga Archives"


"Sunflowers by the pond,
II quarter of the twentieth century.
Canvas on cardboard, oil;


"The house in the garden,
II quarter of the twentieth century.
Cardboard, oil;


«Blooming Landscape»,
1940's.
canvas, oil;


"Blooming garden",
1939
Canvas on cardboard, oil;



"It's getting dark,
II quarter of the twentieth century.
Cardboard, oil;


"Autumn Landscape with the Orthodox Church,
1940s;
Cardboard, oil;



"Calves",
II quarter of the twentieth century.
Cardboard, oil;


Prince Knudt Christian Frederick Michael,
1944
Cardboard, oil;



"May day",
II quarter of the twentieth century.
Cardboard, oil;



"Cyclamenes",
1930's.
Paper, watercolor;


«New Year hyacinths»,
1934
Paper, watercolor;





«Flowers on the window»,
1930's.
Paper, watercolor;

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Yakaly Di Roma. Calendario Margarita Diva 2012

For the New Year there was a gift for women - a calendar with images of Paris,
And now - for the old New Year, a gift for men.))

The Conversation of Adam with God

- Tell me, God, why are you Eve
Gave those feet from the ears?
- then, so that you are to a beautiful virgin
I'm used to it, Adam, even faster.

- And what for hair are these?
They pour silk through their fingers.
- that others were not needed.
So you go home, where is the light, comfort ...

- And for what eyes are bottomless?
And her lips are sweeter than honey to her?
- Yes, so that love can flow freely
Woke up at your chest.

- And a voice, affectionate and pure?
And laughter ringing like a stream?
- then, to be aspired close,
And that he loved her more.

- And what a fool is she? - There is no power!
Completely empty, though shout!
"SO THAT YOU LOVED YOU!"
Look at the mirror and stop it!

Kadanova Tamara Igorevna

The man was created first by God.
He used to think he could.
But everyone knows that law,
That the first pancake, of course, com.

All that I forgot to put in my husbands,
There had to be someone to change.
God, looked that navayal
And urgently, the woman created.

Quite pleased with the work,
He threw off her worries.
And we, bear it, fight, fight ...
Thank God for life.

Kadanova Tamara Igorevna

Victoria Cherlenyuk. We rode on a boat ...

We rode on a boat,
Golden, golden, -
They did not row, but kissed,
Do not shake your head, brother.

In the forest, they say, in the forest, they say,
They grow, they say, a pine,
Liked it to me, well done,
Merry little girl.







Do not bitterly cuckoo, cuckoo,
On the aspen cursed,
Sit on the white birch,
Procure an orphan.

In the forest, they say, in the forest, they say,
They grow, they say, a pine.
Liked it to me, well done,
Prigozhaya the little girl.

I'll believe you then,
That love is true with us,
Kiss me, sweetheart,
I'll break it forty times.

You say, go, says,
To me, he says, more often.
You, she says, wear it, she says.
Gingerbread cookies.

Where we met dear,
There's green grass,
Where we with the dear parted,
There they sowed a tree.

In the forest, they say, in the forest, they say,
It grew, they say, a pine,
I really liked the pain
A clever girl.

My mother scolds me,
A bit more bore:
As I go with the party late,
He watches with a log.

I'm talking, says you,
Son, he says, I respect!
I'm telling you, he says,
Gulyana I will arrange!

V.Vysotsky: - Do not worry!

I do not like to talk about the date of his death. For me, Vysotsky is always alive.
But I want to share a song with you.
This recording was made at a concert at the Vakhtangov Theater in 1979.
Imagine that we are at this concert, and Vysotsky firmly declares to us:
"... Do not worry - I did not leave,
And do not expect - I will not leave! "

There is no me - I left Raseya, -
My girls go in the snot!
I now sow my seeds
On foreign Champs Elysees.

Someone vyaknul in a tram on Presnya:
"No it - finally at last!"
So let their alien songs
He writes about the Palace of Versailles there. "

I hear from behind - the exchange of news:
"Yes not that! He left - ask! "
"Ah is not that ?!" - and pushing with their elbows,
And they sit on their laps in a taxi.

The one with whom he was sitting in Magadan,
My friend in the Civil War -
He says that I write to him: "Vanya!
It's boring, Vanya, - come on, brother, to me! "

I already asked to go back -
Humiliated, yulil, begged ...
Nonsense! I will not return, probably -
Because I did not leave!

Who believed - to the gift, -
So that a good end, as in the movie:
Take the Arc de Triomphe,
Fly to the factories of Reno!

I laugh, I'm dying of laughter:
How did they believe this delirium ?! -
Do not worry - I did not leave,
And do not expect - I will not leave!

V.Vysotsky
1970

The song for verse "No me - I left Raseya ..." has several variations of the name: "Song of gossip", "About rumors", "Rumor".




About this song Vysotsky tells the following story:
"... This song was also a curious story, I wrote it a long time ago when there was another burst of gossip.
And more recently, I was told that one lecturer, someone respected person - in ranks he, - lectured too very high-ranking military people and simply in all seriousness told me that they paid me ... for me. And that here I, in general, fly to play "Hamlet" from time to time.
And so, in principle, - in general, for a long time already - "there."
In all seriousness, he did it repeatedly.
I talked to him, - I say: "Where did you get this from?" - he says: "They told me" ... I hope that he no longer works. Although - who knows ... "
(Moscow, Evgeniy Vakhtangov Theater, 12.11.79)

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