Well on the river in the summer
Down to raft on a raft,
Having forgotten in the campaign & nbsp; this
Urban drudgery.
Here everything is simple and useful:
The sun, the air, thick forest.
Under the fire – iron sheet
And the tent is above the water.
The shore - just gentle,
Suddenly, & nbsp; hillocks rises.
That & nbsp; rapid, & nbsp; the rapids,
That's a steep whirlpool.
And just below the rifts,
From seething Charter,
As a child guilty,
Tames the river temper.
And then let's go to the land
For excursions and walking,
Where & nbsp; lure the soul
Churches, berries, mushrooms.
And in the taiga region,
Deep in the woods
The silence is such –
Though, & nbsp; sit down-write poems.
"The world is mysterious and ancient»
On Yesenin's blessed.
In semi-darkness & nbsp; doubt,
With a beauty that takes you captive.
Everything is deceptive and whiplash:
Riverbed, animals, nights, days;
The sky - in lunar-star spangles,
The air is in the smell of Earth.
And what dawns at night!
Disputes in a small circle.
The invented horror stories,
And skinny-dipping.
Nothing more wonderful than this
I didn't have to see it,
Together with mother Nature
Finding grace.