Апр
17
My dear, have you ever seen
Just when the sun is setting down,
The roofs of old and tired town
Become all red and then serene?
This is a thing I want to tell.
I saw how purple beams were fleeting
On glossy heads of noisy City
And dainty ancient roofs as well.
It is fantastic, isn`t it,
That years ago, when world was younger,
With much the same, as mine is, wonder
Some lord was walking down the street?
He marveled at the grand museums,
At spires, which narrow reddish skies,
And now they`re before my eyes,
Just watching all the passing years.
I thought: why are they here still?
Why don`t we, who are so destroying,
Find fossil ones, like this, annoying,
Depriving them of their free will?
But I might be not alone and bold?
Just here, watching evening fading
And thinking, that it is amazing –
‘The new rubs shoulders with the old’.
Dariya Malikova,
School 1208, Grade 10
2013
