Victor Matyuk
Potion collected
Mountains, mountains and valley in the middle of a large photo,
There's a guy courting a girl,
Next to it hung the same paintings, on which
There were many images of those,
Where the wine flowed like a river,
But it did not get into his mouth, life went slowly,
Until it came to the wedding! It is interpreted by people in their own way,
They waste their time, willingly say whatever comes to mind, but time goes on,
There is no truth anywhere, everyone grinds only what he likes,
Someone is hooligans in silence, someone's flesh is raging, the wind is blowing at her back,
Time tirelessly floats away, but not far away rustling reeds,
Life flies by like a moment, it is not affected by someone else's mind and experience,
Everything flies by, someone the Lord at his discretion will punish, even though he welcomes human relations,
Sometimes reproaches, but when time passes, the mind of others ' wishes quickly stops on the verge!
At the same time, when the whole body is trembling and the soul is aching, and the hoarse heart is crying,
The fate of other people ratrace and almost groans then groans, and gasps euceet,
But he wanders on his way with a torn bag over his shoulders and his eyes closed!
Before her opens a mountain valley, where once lived her large family,
Where each person found peace in the soul, leaving every single sin
On the edge of worldly existence, where the track is very high,
You can't get past sin without a healthy staff!
You can fall and hurt yourself,
It is necessary to hold fate firmly in your hands,
To overcome an unfamiliar path!
Only heaven knows how fate plays with us,
And whom victory will marry, and whom misfortune will overcome!
Think for yourself, look around less,
All-decay, all-dust, it is difficult for slaves to rise from their knees,
But do not tremble and go where your inspiration leads!
Time will pass quickly, the head will get the mind, and all that,
What will look like a heavenly miracle,
Instantly past you will float,
It will not significantly affect anything,
Only the mountain valley will absorb the past,
Everything will be absorbed until the time comes to marriage,
Human speech all crush and in a moment & nbsp;
Destroy everything that is not in its place!
Let the body tremble and the soul ache unbearably,
It is necessary to live a full life, to hope and to believe,
That it will be possible to pass the way without horror and fear,
And on that difficult path you will be able to unravel the enemy's spell,
And the back to the earth before anybody not to bend, to leave strife
In the middle of a forest lawn! There once walked two,
A tall guy and a girl with a charming braid,
Her face was defiled by a sorceress, so it is not good to live on,
All the time constantly tremble, dream & nbsp;and want another life,
To blame yourself for everything, for the fact that the wind does not blow in the back!
Once a grey mist has come down, will improve the lives of ordinary,
Some day it will come to marriage, it will take a long time,
Until fate comes to the conclusion that man lives righteously
And discord will take back to itself! It's not the same at all,
What are you always waiting for, you are constantly looking for fate,
But do not stop your feelings at least half way!
All wishes look somewhere ahead,
They run with the hope of overcoming even death ,
But time passes, it absorbs evil and all that cherished hope,
And in the back of the young summer pushed, and in the flames of sin threw,
Passed in General, and in General all humbly ended on this earth!
Thoughts were one, and Affairs quite another went their relentless way
In a difficult direction, the path again led you to your parents ' house!
Why was that girl in the woods collecting magic potions?
In the hands of others ' charms long held? A hard fate befell her,
So she buried her last hope in her mother's chest,
The memory left only an unpleasant sound,
Affected the fate of the weak girlish hands!
The reeds still rustle, the woman's lower back aches,
The light goes out on the star of the one that urged to love your land,
She held the girl's hands and beat her back and waist without regret,
But for what? All flashed, everything went the foam is just bitter wine,
Misfortune fell to the bottom, still the sky took the fate and patience snatched,
The soul suffered a tremendous blow of fate, from its arbitrariness the body groans to this hour,
Something bad happened to us in the middle of a narrow path, and we never reached the coveted top!
The wind constantly blows from Polonina, tears roll from the eyes of an aged man,
And the young girl and her family have a holiday, the rich groom did not get behind bars,
& nbsp;Constantly walks near the house, thinks the girl his annoying spirit to overcome!
Who and how of them will reign in the future? It won't be long to chikat!
Autumn suddenly comes, she look down into the ground,
I can't even think how you spend your young summers,
Being has long been not the same, and everything is Holy, even the soul for lumps does not take,
Perhaps, something in it will blossom on dream and the best fate will come only in pink dream!
m. Rzhyshchiv
January 2, 2020 5: 07 am