And God created a woman ...

Once God asked a man
Create him the object of his love.
God responded by finding out the reasons.
And he created a woman of flesh and blood.

A little light of the moon has added
And lit up the sunshine with a sunshine.
In temper, he added meekness to the dove,
Slender stature in the camp embodied.

The creator was so carried away by the creation,
What gave that woman a tear.
He poured into it a lightning instant
And the ease of fluff he mixed with a thunderstorm.

He filled his voice with a nightingale,
The magpie gave the magpies.
And as a result of passionate creation
The Most High created for man.

God breathed life into a beautiful creature,
The requester gave his order.
"Take it and suffer," - he said goodbye.
"Love and take care as a voice of God."

Since then, the man is a captive and a keeper
A beautiful mixture given to him.
He is a husband, lover, critic and connoisseur.
And all the questions - to God himself ...

Alena Nikolaeva






God created a Woman from roses,
From hyacinths and jasmine ...
From the bright glow of the stars,
From a diamond and a ruby.

From summer sunlight,
From lacy winter patterns ...
Of sinful fiery nights
And the virgin blue dawns.

God created the Woman in love,
Lepil with enthusiasm, with pleasure ...
Love flows in her blood,
The soul has the inspiration ...

Dullness of the May Evenings
Autumn mystery leaf fall ...
God created a Woman from dreams,
In which will and delight.









The day, a little older, was more like an evening,
The sky is azure vaults with cloud armadas
Dexterously wrapped up for some reason - probably so it is easier
Heat to cool, which in the morning was piercingly burning ...

The sun froze, dropping the last glare,
In the luxuriant gardens fringed raz ...
The world remained broken, strangely faceless ...
The keys were not picked up yet ...

He wandered aimlessly, hiding his confusion in his glance,
Incompleteness of the elements is felt in oneself ...
The sky looked at it and, with tears of mourning,
Strings of winds refracted in a warm plea.

On the horizon, the lights were blazing,
A miracle looked for itself on the chilled Earth,
Before the storm all the birds flew very low,
Time was burned on coals, in a cooled ash

A tape of tracks leaving - he walked alone,
A strange, tired, terrified wolf-man,
Somewhere under the sky a bit alien and high
He tried in vain to find himself, apparently, a night's lodging.

And finding nothing, lay down near the edge,
Right at the edge of the living, icy water,
Somewhere on the eve of a sleepy-pinching paradise,
Near an accidentally warm star.

The night covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, as if
I was very much afraid that he could see everything:
As from a rib it is imperceptible, bloodless
The mystery was born, to be pulsating next.

God created this before an unknown miracle,
By filling the limits of a silent emptiness,
Knowing that the world will never be the same again,
But it will acquire the impeccability of a fine line ...

And the person saw a dream ... and in the shower for some reason
Tender tenderness, like lava from the depths
Suddenly I climbed to the surface ... there was someone with him ...
A woman ... then he is no longer alone in the world!