Апр
14
The old rubs shoulders with the new.
Just give a glance to what's around
And you will see that every view
Is complicated, mixed and bound.
Look at the buildings which are old,
Which stand and look at people's life
Like titans look at mortals. Cold
And huge are icebergs, sharp like knife.
Abyss of water, black and deep,
Is all around, nothing moves.
Eternity which can't be seen
Is thick and rich like fog in moors.
But here's another picture – pace
Is like a vivid lively stream.
And every little forest trace
If full of life, just like in dreams.
A city's full of hurrying men
Where silence has no place to be
And noise of cars is music when
The rhythm is beaten by the street.
Look at this crazy magic world!
You know I can say it to you
And I believe in every word:
The old rubs shoulders with the new....
by Anna Sokolova,
Moscow International Gymnasia, 10“A”
January 2013
