Upon a bed of grass, Spread out by you, I will lose my breath In the scent of happiness! I will drink the wine of love, Intoxicating— Into lovelessness I shall never return. I will not wish for a fleeting meeting— I will seal it with my life, Forever, I do not merely sense it, But believe and know That by you my star Has risen! To refuse? There is such a right, But not to see— Means not to live. The grasses whisper— This is no poison, This is your life— And so let it be! To spill, To squander in hidden corners, To hand out love To passing hands— But then, In those cherished alleys, No one Will be waiting for us.
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"Burn bright, my star, do not fall..."
S. Yesenin
Do not fade, my star, Nor fall from the sky, Remain alive on high, And in the night, Embraced by the cool, I will whisper with you. Of how I long to soar Into your far-off depths, to you, As soon as the dawn beckons; The distances long ago wed us, Gifting us rings of constellations. There is no time there, Only space. There, blinding dawns never break. The mighty, steadfast forces— I know! I remember you! There, our soaring together In gentle harmony once more, There, the eternal miracle of light, And freedom, peace, and grace.
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«Awakening»
My Star
Upon a bed of grass, Spread out by you, I will lose my breath In the scent of happiness! I will drink the wine of love, Intoxicating— Into lovelessness I shall never return. I will not wish for a fleeting meeting— I will seal it with my life, Forever, I do not merely sense it, But believe and know That by you my star Has risen! To refuse? There is such a right, But not to see— Means not to live. The grasses whisper— This is no poison, This is your life— And so let it be! To spill, To squander in hidden corners, To hand out love To passing hands— But then, In those cherished alleys, No one Will be waiting for us.
***
"Burn bright, my star, do not fall..."
S. Yesenin
Do not fade, my star, Nor fall from the sky, Remain alive on high, And in the night, Embraced by the cool, I will whisper with you. Of how I long to soar Into your far-off depths, to you, As soon as the dawn beckons; The distances long ago wed us, Gifting us rings of constellations. There is no time there, Only space. There, blinding dawns never break. The mighty, steadfast forces— I know! I remember you! There, our soaring together In gentle harmony once more, There, the eternal miracle of light, And freedom, peace, and grace.
Other works by the artist
The artist responds with particular sensitivity to the poetry of Elena Kamyshnaya. Separated from Russia by a vast distance, Natalya Morozova loves Russian poetry infinitely, feels it profoundly, and yearns for it.
The creative work of Natalya Morozova evokes genuine interest.
Other works by the artist
The artist responds with particular sensitivity to the poetry of Elena Kamyshnaya. Separated from Russia by a vast distance, Natalya Morozova loves Russian poetry infinitely, feels it profoundly, and yearns for it.
The creative work of Natalya Morozova evokes genuine interest.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova
Artist, decorator.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova was born on August 3, 1970. She works as a decorator and costume designer in theater and film. She teaches drawing and painting at the private art school «Talent». She performs live shows using the technique of sand animation («Sand Art»). She participates in exhibitions and art fairs associated with the Austrian catalog «Ars Artis». Her works are held in private collections in Russia, Ukraine, Germany, and Austria.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova
Artist, decorator.
Natalya Nikolaevna Morozova was born on August 3, 1970. She works as a decorator and costume designer in theater and film. She teaches drawing and painting at the private art school «Talent». She performs live shows using the technique of sand animation («Sand Art»). She participates in exhibitions and art fairs associated with the Austrian catalog «Ars Artis». Her works are held in private collections in Russia, Ukraine, Germany, and Austria.