Here you will find the Poem To The Next One of poet Marina Ivanova Tsvetaeva
Tender caresses of kind little sisters Are ready for you. With the birds' songs, O the charmed prince, We're waiting for you. Branch drunk with sun, you grew, visage of heaven Before my eyes. Like a girl tender, like a child quiet, All - surprise. They'll often say: 'These sisters are treacherous In each reply!' Cocky with daring ones, kids with a boy, timid With someone shy. We love, like you, melting clouds and birches And melted snow. We love the tales about grandmother's daughters, Little and slow! Pitiful is the wind, spring remembering, Gems in the skies.. We wait for you, one that knows nothing of life, And has blue eyes!
