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          A book of famouse journalist Maria Karpinskaya is an attempt to connect a world of imagination, or a private world of person with real world. This attempt has succeeded. Today on a border of times and centuries this surprising and magic book gets out. Surprising because it was written by a Woman who has past a colossal way of her soul.
             And why is she here with us? Evidently we will learn it slightly later, for the moment let's go, dear reader, to her Magic Country, where all what is written by her suddenly (or not suddenly) begins to become alive. Ahead to meeting with a Teacher who through her father's figure passed us his knowledges of the World, Earth and people on it.
               Ahead to her ship, where all of us are passengers, inhabitants of planet Earth! Smooth sailing to you!

A winner of the All-Union and International variety competitions, a winner of the International festival of actor's song of Andrei Mironov, an actress of "The Modern" theatre.

Valentina Ignatieva.



Author: Maria Karpinskaya.
Translation: Maya Nikolaeva.

The seventh chapter of the book:

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Having dumped from myself as a tatter
the doubts and fears,
I will come out to you, having passed through the era,
On the last of stops,
As on a dawn executioner's block,
In a white shirt -
I wait, I hope, I believe!

Do you know how they breathe before a miracle?
With a room for growth,
Catching by their nose an image by a scruff of neck.
My dear genius,
A swarthy heavenly degenerate,
Who let you to the world of feelings,
Having pulled all your teeth out?

People hurry for work –
They're not be able to see you.
There is haste in the air
Flits in a colorful plumage,
Veins as slings,
Supporting the patience,
They strained till aspiration,
To over tension.
By an anthem of delight - not possible to offend you!

Yes, I am blessed, I know,
My life is a miracle:
To see "the dressed in sun"
Between block bulks,
Each of your dawn
Scarlet astringent heap,
As if Judas, so cheap,
Sells me in a camera of tortures –
Under your sight.

I wait! Under chugging of seconds
And under happiness - "She!"
I wait, as mad,
Decided to kidnap Yarila's bride.
Which pagan prayers
I didn't hesitate of force,
That by myself to touch the bottom of your soul!
But chasm, depth,
As from below - up from a grave.

Who knows you, angel?
Parents? Girlfriends?
Who silently, secretly turned you into a domestic life
Of his evenings?
Did they see
As your hair whip
Your elastic neck
With a golden hit at dawn?!

I didn't count the cracks on your lips,
I didn't try to find myself
In your eyes...
But I invented you as a woman,
Capable to be unsolved!

As a great secret of nights and dreams,
As to a blind man guide, and good luck to a talent,
If you knew what kind of facet you sharpen
For me from an unearthly beauty of yours!

O, inhabitant of heaven...
What can I give you, except a grief,
If myself I am not an owner
Of own soul violence?
My love to you –
A mesozoic wild field
With some furious tyrannosaurs of feelings!

Be emptied, poets! All is transitory.
I give the millennia for a look!
What is our life if not some blissful dawns
At an edge of night on the very brink?!

Vladimir Oxikovsky



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