Хор Иоанна Дамаскина - Художник Олег Молчанов
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If there is Oleg Molchanov
Our troubles are far away
Like arrows from quivers -
To his enemies his strokes
Homeland is lighter than snow
Seen from his canvas
Oleg’s soul sings in it -
Conscience, holiness, purity
In it Savrasov and Polenov
And Serov and Levitan...
As if he brought me out of captivity
The beauty of a forgotten country
And all that’s here is nature
Only the native land landscape...
The soul of the people breathes in it
What you can't buy or sell
And I whisper, not without flaws
Thankful words
Thank God there is Molchanov...
This means that Rus' will be alive!