Genur.art

*"I am yours - I love this dark garden > With its coolness and flowers, > This meadow, filled with fragrant stacks, > Where bright streams rustle in the bushes... > Everywhere before me are moving pictures: > Here I see the azure plains of two lakes..."* *(Silence, aromas, water - pure aesthetics, like meditation)*, > *"Hello, tribe > Young, unfamiliar! Not I > I will see your mighty late age... > But let my boy > Hear your welcoming noise, when, > Returning from a friendly conversation, > Full of cheerful and pleasant thoughts, > He passes you in the darkness of the night > And remembers me..."* *(The whisper of the pines is like the voice of the clan - sublime and warm)*, > *"The storm covers the sky with darkness, > Whirling snow whirlwinds; > Now she howls like a beast, > Now she cries like a girl... > Sing me a song, like a titmouse > Quietly lived beyond the sea; > Sing me a song, like a maiden > Went for water in the morning..."* *(The storm outside the window and the nanny's song inside are two faces of femininity: the elements and comfort)*