Sonnet Sêrìkovoï Yana
Stepanìvs′ka SCHOOL, Donetsk reg.
Goddess Mojri vklalis′ quiet sleep,
And books its not taken under the Castle,
And Muse next sat tinkering
Garlands of poetic petals.
The Zephyr blew – and a book opened Metro,
And on one of the miracle-pages
Appeared the boy. Mojri usmìhnulis′,
And Muse put on him the wreath.
Poet. Sage. Baptized the son of goddesses.
I klanâûsâ the genius of Shakespeare:
He revealed the soul of generations,
And the weight of it, and, at the same time, the measure.
Unbelief in the world everything flows, everything is moving,
In addition to the word of God, because the relics.