Lovely women, небольшое живописно-стихотворное поздравление к 8 Martha! Для вас картины известных и неизвестных художников с цветами, женщинами: flower girls, noble ladies and just beauties in the garden… and some poetry… And to men my subtle hint… Дарите женщинам цветы… и посмотрите, how beautiful they are, when they are among the flowers…
Give flowers to women -
Kissy young ladies and feminists,
Shyly hiding, and handing over quickly,
Afraid of the absurdity of verbal fuss,
Give with feeling, with arrangement,
Creating an entourage for a bouquet,
For half an hour - in verse, flying in rage,
Breaking the look, thrilling and timid.
Give flowers to women -
Armfuls of roses and delicate daisies,
Geranium in pots for domestic hens,
And lilies of the valley for young beauty.
For the fatal beauty languid
Give the heat of oriental orchids,
And her grandmother turning graying,
You will present three humble carnations.
Give with a crunch of cellophane,
Awkwardly extracting from newspapers,
Give under the dim light
And with candles in the restaurant hall,
Дарите женщинам цветы-
For the holiday, and on the days of routine everyday life,
And in joy - and in difficult troubles,
Meeting - and burning all bridges,
Дарите женщинам цветы-
Let them keep repeating, that spending is superfluous,
That bouquets have only a week of life -
Прошу, give women flowers!
Give women spring,
Donate, друг, дарите!
Whiteness in winter snow
And summer showers of thread,
Autumn rainbow colors
The tango of October -
May they always be sincere
Цветы, eyes and looks!
Let the drips go crazy,
Logs burn in the oven -
When a pipe sings in my soul,
The heart does not know decay!
Give women love,
Donate, друг, дарите!
May the dreams come true
Comes to their monastery,
And kiss, and heart beat,
And the hops of the night cool! –
Give to women, a friend of mine,
Sonnets and Ballads! –
Peaks of mountains and rivers crystal,
And rings, and stones -
For Happiness, nothing is a pity,
Happiness does not know decay!
Дарите женщинам Цветы,
Donate, друг, дарите!
Smiles, caresses and dreams,
And the joys of discovery,
That life is beautiful and tender,
And the sun is shining brightly,
And at night the stars and the moon,
And we are responsible for them! –
For the purity of hearts and words,
For every moment -
While Love is burning in my soul,
Flowers do not know decay!
(D. Yampolsky)
I am a woman.
And my tender heart
Consonant with all living nature,
And my quiet word
is ringing, as an eternal hymn to freedom.
Freedom of spirit and ideas,
Freedom of conscience and honor,
Freedom from earthly chains,
Freedom from anger and revenge.
I am a woman.
I will teach you the world to love,
forgetting about wars and strife,
I will give you life a thread,
The, that will open up all the open spaces.
The vastness of heaven and earth,
The expanses of eternity and share,
The expanses of happiness and love,
The expanses of beauty and will.
I am a woman…
(ABOUT. Andrus)
Дарите женщинам цветы,
No matter how hackneyed it seems!
After all, beauty is for beauty -
Дарите женщинам цветы,
And you will not be forgotten!
Lilac, hydrangea, Tulip,
And the petals of a scarlet rose
Put the bed to sleep and the evening is drunk,
And the last chance will be given,
And maiden tears dry!
Дарите женщинам цветы,
Words of love and understanding,
After all, you have long been on "you"
Дарите женщинам цветы,
And invite you on a date!
I – Woman, And, means, I – Actress,
I have a hundred faces and a thousand roles.
I – Woman, And, means, I – Queen,
beloved of all earthly kings.
I – Woman, And, means, I – Slave,
who knows the salty taste of grievances.
I – Woman, And, means, I – desert,
which will incinerate you.
I – Woman. I am strong against my will,
but, знаешь, even, if life – wrestling,
I – Woman, I'm weak to pain,
I – Woman, And, means, I – Fate.
I – Woman. I'm just a flash of passion,
but my destiny – patience and work,
I – Woman. I – that great happiness,
which is not cherished at all.
I – Woman, and that makes me dangerous,
fire and ice forever in me alone.
I – Woman, And, means, I – прекрасна
gray-haired from infancy to old age.
I – Woman, and all the roads in the world
lead to me, not to some Rome.
I – Woman, I am chosen by God,
although already punished by him!
Here is a woman: parting and dresses neckline cute.
Нам кажется, that during our lifetime we are in paradise with her.
But with her invisible powers
Conceive the pain, cherishing your death.
Otherwise it was not possible for them to approach you,
And you could have lived your whole life in ignorance.
And so any thing: hairpin, glove -
They pour poison into the heart and torment, like a burn.
The trembling of the eyelids and the trembling of the heart,
And the twig in the snow has become ruffled, trembling,
And sorry for her, yourself and everyone. But in misery,
As in alkaline water, will bleach the soul.
Don't ask her: she is not guilty,
Can't hear his own words, does not know, what is doing,
She is smart, добра, and evil, and the stupid one,
And I like myself, and looks in the mirror.
(Alexander Kushner )
Since, as in Eden naughty Eve,
We, women, - victims of God's wrath.
That Eve defiled Eden with a sin -
And by this before God she was very guilty.
For this, women have so many problems.,
That men have never dreamed of.
Literally from innocent girlish years
For Eve's things we hold the answer…
…Who was not in the early morning in the central market in Paris, he cannot even imagine that fuss, that ebullient activity, which one reigns there at this time.
Hundreds of vans, laden from top to bottom with flowers, come from all the neighborhoods of Paris, hundreds of trucks bring flowers from railway stations, sent from Nice, Grass, Lyon and other southern cities.
Whole hundreds, thousands of people are unloading, disassembly, arrangement and sale of flowers, other hundreds and thousands - by their purchase, sorting and posting in Paris.
Flowers taken from carts are arranged here in beautiful groups on hastily knocked together stands, tables or directly on the floor, moreover, each of the merchants tries with their own, all french, tastefully arrange your goods effectively and colorfully. And it turns out such a lovely picture, what, did not issue, трудно себе представить…
N.F. Zolotnitsky. "Flowers in legends and traditions".
You are dazzlingly beautiful!
I know a lot about this business.
Ah, Your skin is so satin!
Ah, Your hair is like silk!
Your figure is flawless,
Признаюсь честно, not July.
What breasts! What shoulders!
What legs, oh-la-la!
Ah, no worthy comparison,
To describe your gentle look.
What grace in movement!
How erotic your outfit is!
And you have a special aroma -
This is how apples in the garden smell.
I brought you one to test ...
Bite well, Eva! well, я жду!
(Evgeny Merkulov)
You look with a detached gaze.
Tears dripping from my eyes.
There is no one by your side,
In this cold late hour.
It got dark and there are clouds in the sky.
Now it will rain on the ground.
Go home, it will be better this way.
You hope and wait in vain.
I stood in place all day,
You want to eat and you are frozen.
And your voice sounds tired:
– Купите, Mister, цветы.
Passing by, in idle boredom,
Rich daddy's sons.
You reach out to them,
But their thoughts are so far away.
– Take a small bunch.
Just a few coins…
Laugh, indifference and wind –
Вот все, what do you hear in response.
Self-confident, like gods.
They are – элита, высший свет.
There is a girl by the road
And they don't care about her…
What marigolds, what marigolds ...
Launched garden, такой недавно юный,
But the herbs – strings cut into the sky –
Don't wait for the touch of your hand,
Don't know, how are you not far from them.
It's that simple; timetable, electric train,
And in the vestibule a helpful match
Brings a light to a cigarette.
One day you will come to my garden alone,
To weed out sow thistles and forget-me-nots
AND, lifting up orange skirts,
See the treasure of rowan trees.
Посмотришь, not anticipating trouble,
On the vulture, that the fence pulls a hand,
On the apple tree, what are like red dolls,
Hides ripe fruits in the foliage,
Will you feel, as at the end of the day
The fall will touch the cheeks ...
One day you will see a reflection
Свое, accidentally looking at me.
And there will be a freshly plucked flower
Submissive between fingers and sad,
And again this moment will be unexpected,
And God in you is still lonely…
(I. Filippova)
Of the spring singing at dawn
more and more nude features.
There is no greater joy in the world,
than giving flowers to women.
Will recoil from their smiles
breath of winter darkness.
Drops with a spring anthem will burst –
Дарите женщинам цветы!
And in the heart that sincerely gives
there will be no echoing emptiness.
In spring, happiness comes to us –
Дарите женщинам цветы!
Spill of spring excitement
filled the snow sheets.
On a wonderful day on March 8
give women flowers!
Swearing in love,
we will become beauty creators.
And never getting tired,
give women flowers!
(IN. Korostyshevsky)
