I z︠h︡aŭranka nakt︠s︡i︠u︡rn u padni︠a︡bessi...
Vershy, sanety, vi︠a︡nki sanetaŭ
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translation: And a lark nocturne in the sky ... - Poems, sonnets, wreaths of sonnets
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Mom, mom, mom ... Words that have no price. Through them the poet seeks to make sense of his life, given to his mother, his earthly path "from the native cry to the last step."
Living with people and for people, he seeks to understand as deeply as possible the mystery of his coming to Earth, his time and himself in this time. Daily anticipation of the new, as yet unknown, love for all living, good, bright, genuine sincerity of feelings, fidelity to the spiritual memory of ancestors and a defined civic position - the hallmarks of the protagonist of the collection "And the nocturnal lark in heaven ...".
