This is coniferous forest . Actually it is the same in winter and in summer .. Pine trees are always green , the earth is always brown because of last year’s needles of the trees .. they fall down every year again and again .. so on the earth , under trees, there is carpet from dry needles and any grass can’t break through the carpet .
The only thing which make the coniferous forest unforgettable at any season is smell ..
Smell of needles ..
The smell changes . After rain it is more sharp . In hot day it more sweet and soft . In autumn it has a little taste of wet earth . In the winter it is very weak .
Classic Roses
How beautiful, how fresh the roses were in
My garden yard! Oh, how they charmed my gaze!
Oh, how I begged the spring night frosty weather
To never touch them with the cold hand graze!
In those times when sweet dreams swarmed in the air,
Engaged the hearts of people with plain truths,
How beautiful, how fresh the roses were then,
So full of my love, glory, and spring youth!
The years have passed, and tears flow everywhere...
My homeland's gone with all who lived thereon...
How nice and fresh now roses are, I swear,
Of recollections of the days bygone!
Yet days march on - the storms subside already.
And Russia yearns to get back on its feet...
How sweet the roses will be, fresh and heady,
The ones my land throws in my graveyard pit!
Классические розы
Как хороши, как свежи были розы
В моем саду! Как взор прельщали мой!
Как я молил весенние морозы
Не трогать их холодною рукой!
В те времена, когда роились грезы
В сердцах людей, прозрачны и ясны,
Как хороши, как свежи были розы
Моей любви, и славы, и весны!
Прошли лета, и всюду льются слезы...
Нет ни страны, ни тех, кто жил в стране...
Как хороши, как свежи ныне розы
Воспоминаний о минувшем дне!
Но дни идут - уже стихают грозы.
Вернуться в дом Россия ищет троп...
Как хороши, как свежи будут розы,
Моей страной мне брошенные в гроб!
