Рецензии на произведение «Мэрилин Монро. Женщина-Лето»

Дорогая Вассилиска! Спасибо огромное! Да, Вы правильно поняли мои стихи)

Спасибо Вам за доброту, теплоту, сердечность Вашу)

С уважением и благодарностью

Миллена Роуз   15.02.2019 13:55   Заявить о нарушении

Дорогая Светлана! Благодарю тебя всей душой! Ты так добра ко мне, моему творчеству, так хорошо понимаешь суть того, о чем я пишу. Я люблю перечитывать твои отзывы - в них так много тепла! Спасибо!

Твои стихи, статьи, постеры, образы - всегда сделаны со вкусом, с талантом, с вдохновением! Я учусь у тебя!)

Миллена Роуз   10.11.2018 22:48   Заявить о нарушении

Спасибо огромное! Жду твоих новых произведений!

Светлана Белова 7   11.11.2018 15:38   Заявить о нарушении

Кирилл, спасибо Вам! Я так рада, что Вам понравилось)

Миллена Роуз   10.11.2018 22:45   Заявить о нарушении

Уже перевожу )))

Кирилл Ивницкий   10.11.2018 23:02   Заявить о нарушении

Кирилл, Вы так любезны! Очень рада нашей дружбе) Спасибо сердечное!

Миллена Роуз   10.11.2018 23:03   Заявить о нарушении

Summer-girl! You were like a bright day!
Just four colors you loved in life-way:
Black and red, and white, and, of course, beige –
In each one is a special life’s stage.

In white – you are the bride! Most perfection!
But it’s not a dress – shirt of subjection.
And that white shirt brought you to tight cell –
You did not give up to the worldly hell.

And white dress it was like a white sail –
It was waving on wind like in tale.
You would bloom like an orchid in gloss –
But on sail’s inscribed a sad cross.

Who said that you don’t have any tyne?
He did not live in that splendid time
When a million sighs were born in crowd
They were truthful and were sounding loud.

In another garb – it that black mourning –
You were walking ahead, not back turning.
Like the ravens so loud were cawing –
Spiteful critics and them who were joined.

By bright thread these red beautiful roses
They were coloring everyday prose.
These red dresses of color of love –
You were in them like a bird in blood.

Starry triumph was at your nice feet.
Smile was light, but soul was bleed.
You wore in «cherry» dress – like a summer,
And among others folks you were sunny.

Dress with rhinestones is dreams through all years,
These rhinestones are solitude’s tears.
And your tenderness in clean white furs –
She was trampled by goofball on Earth.

You looked great: crystal diamonds of dew,
Beige and gold – any clothes for you.
You were born with first summer star, girl –
Summer night you’re gone to other world.

Yes, your life is the drama and pain,
But «the best» you forever remained!
You’re the star of bright light that is endless,
Summer-girl. In my heart you are deathless.

Кирилл Ивницкий   11.11.2018 20:37   Заявить о нарушении

"Starry triumph was at your nice feet.
Smile was light, but soul was bleed", - oh, yes!... Sad, but true (c)

Thank you for your great warmth and understanding my soul, dearest friend!

Миллена Роуз   11.11.2018 21:17   Заявить о нарушении