Beloved daughter Vilena Bekker-Borisova
Summer rang, buzzed and sang
The sun warmed the porch and the river.
Daughter stroked a strand of gold
And woke up such a sleepy.
Mom, where is it
Where is she?
The crimson dress must
Bring me, not an easy one - with polka dots!
What's in the box
Legs at the table?
* * *
And in the forest - like carnelians -
Bunches of ripe strawberries,
There will be dolls for lunch
And the "secret" is buried in the garden -
Alka did you too,
For everyone to open their mouths.
Ah, the waves are worried
Dove from dew.
And boletus at the edge,
Like gnomes on a pillow
At a country spit.
Lips, hands, nose in blueberries,
And the turn flows.
Raspberry and lingonberry
Grandma will cook compote.
All the froths have been removed from the jam,
Grandma is calling again
Scratched knees
And, of course, it's early to sleep.
The old swing will creak
Pancakes have been on the table for a long time
The smell of freshness of lilac
Here are the familiar steps -
It was so long ago.
