Стихи Ирины Богушевской читает Светлана Сидорова - Детство рассвета
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Dawn's childhood! Elassing early
Freshness and silence reserve!
Your MUEDZIN, Nightingale-Emergency,
Its silver reads the Qur'an.

The self -forgotten trill of MUEDZINA
Somewhere in the lowland bushes of an elderberry
flew out and, twisted, pierced
With a brilliance, fog, pussy of silence.

And at the signal from the branches of an elderberry
Here they were imported around, pissed off -
The bird bazaar cleans the larynx, -
and silence, darkness of homebody,
instantly torn like a light mesh,
And they filled the early votes.

The childhood of dawn is very vulnerable -
There are no metal sounds in it yet
only dew and sheet of fragmentation,
Only in the branches of bird trifles of braid.

There is no sun, but only shining
secret, heavenly cunning clouds
Suddenly the radiant handles are released -
And they clean it back, laughing.

The childhood of dawn will last until
The train does not rummage in the distance,
The red sun with the lobastiness of the bull
He will not ram the clouds yet

And without growing up, barefoot
A dawn rides in a variegated shirt,
if a nightingale is a nightingale, if everything
Machines are asleep, ptachs are atrocious, -
Hair Rus, and the eyes of Sers,
The dawn rides on the dew.

May 7, 1985.