18.02.2026. Англия
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. England
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song
The birds in the sky have flown away, The Cranes,
Purring, and their wedge was rushing from the ground.
In spring, as soon as the snow melts,
The grass and flowers are all around,
The Cranes will return to us. They want warmth.
Their legs are so long, so long.
They look like Mosquitoes.
And Their Wings are long,
Like The Guilty Angels.
How Angels Are Punished:
And to Be The Storks Are Ordered.
And to be The White Cranes
With Mosquito legs.
And people are watching:
- Watch them! They are Our Angels? on sky?
They are
Flying away from us ? Are we sinners?
Are they flying to us? Are we sinners?
Are they trying to save everyone's soul here?
To yours, if, darling,
Having got over it, having outlived its time,
I would have flown to heaven,
A feathered bird: A Crane. A Stork. a Heron.
- Chok-chok, knock-knock, - a hammering sound,
The Woodpecker does not have a hatchet:
He has got a curious beak, knock,
He was looking for Worms: He was hammering.
Then into the hollow that was hollowed out,
The Squirrels have a house,
And there are a lot little small babies Squirrels there,
The Wind was blowing high:
- Come on, go to sleep! Come on, go to sleep!
And I was standing under a tree.
I was lifting a cedar cone.
And this whole cone has smelled of resin:
That is the Miracle of the Forest! Oh my God!
Squirrels babies with Their Mother Squirrel,
Having seen,
Into my palm, out of that palm,
All nuts from the cedar, - to them, to them all,
I gave them nuts as a souvenir: - You are with me!
- You are mine!
How difficult it is to live among people.
When a kindness disappeared.
When I could not forgive you.
That you did not forgive me.
And we are left alone.
There are forests, taiga, and meadows around.
And Cranes are rushing into the distance:
- Goodbye! It is time for us to go! Goodbye!
And I will scoop up a handful of water.,
After washing my face and my lips, I drink it.
I have to stay here to live. I am living here.
And I have to go to work.
But somewhere out there, in another country,
Winters do not a known here, a snow either.
But the cranes are flying from them to here.
Their memory drives them, right?
Or is it chasing that which is only here
They have tasted a lot of that warm true love,
Conceiving chicks, giving birth, raising,
They fly away on their own wings to the sky.
18.02.2026. England
Инна Бальзина
Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Inna Balzina
Inna Balzina-Balzin
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. ENGLAND
THE SEARCH FOR THE USOLTSEVS IN SIBERIA, POEM SONG
THE BIRDS IN THE SKY HAVE FLOWN AWAY, THE CRANES,
PURRING, AND THEIR WEDGE WAS RUSHING FROM THE GROUND.
IN SPRING, AS SOON AS THE SNOW MELTS,
THE GRASS AND FLOWERS ARE ALL AROUND,
THE GRANES WILL RETURN TO US. THEY WANT WARMTH.
THEIR LEGS ARE SO LONG, SO LONG.
THEY LOOK LIKE MOSQUITOES.
AND THEIR WINGS ARE LONG,
LIKE THE GUILTY ANGELS.
HOW ANGELS ARE PUNISHED:
AND TO BE THE STORKS ARE ORDERED.
AND TO BE THE WHITE CRANES
WITH MOSQUITO LEGS.
AND PEOPLE ARE WATCHING:
- WATCH THEM! THEY ARE OUR ANGELS? ON SKY?
THEY ARE
FLYING AWAY FROM US ? ARE WE SINNERS?
ARE THEY FLYING TO US? ARE WE SINNERS?
ARE THEY TRYING TO SAVE EVERYONE'S SOUL HERE?
TO YOURS, IF, DARLING,
HAVING GOT OVER IT, HAVING OUTLIVED ITS TIME,
I WOULD HAVE FLOWN TO HEAVEN,
A FEATHERED BIRD: A CRANE. A STORK. A HEARON.
- CHOK-CHOK, KNOCK-KNOCK, - A HAMMERING SOUND,
THE WOODPECKER DOES NOT HAVE A HATCHET:
HE HAS GOT A CURIOUS BEAK, KNOCK,
HE WAS LOOKING FOR WORMS: HE WAS HAMMERING.
THEN INTO THE HOLLOW THAT WAS HOLLOWED OUT,
THE SQUIRRELS HAVE A HOUSE,
AND THERE ARE A LOT LITTLE SMALL BABIES SQUIRRELS THERE,
THE WIND WAS BLOWING HIGH:
- COME ON, GO TO SLEEP! COME ON, GO TO SLEEP!
AND I WAS STANDING UNDER A TREE.
I WAS LIFTING A CEDAR CONE.
AND THIS WHOLE CONE HAS SMELLED OF RESIN:
THAT IS THE MIRACLE OF THE FOREST! OH MY GOD!
SQUIRRELS BABIES WITH THEIR MOTHER SQUIRREL,
HAVING SEEN,
INTO MY PALM, OUT OF THAT PALM,
ALL NUTS FROM THE CEDAR, - TO THEM, TO THEM ALL,
I GAVE THEM NUTS AS A SOUVENIR: - YOU ARE WITH ME!
- YOU ARE MINE!
HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO LIVE AMONG PEOPLE.
WHEN A KINDNESS DISAPPEARED.
WHEN I COULD NOT FORGIVE YOU.
THAT YOU DID NOT FORGIVE ME.
AND WE ARE LEFT ALONE.
THERE ARE FORESTS, TAIGA, AND MEADOWS AROUND.
AND CRANES ARE RUSHING INTO THE DISTANCE:
- GOODBYE! IT IS TIME FOR US TO GO! GOODBYE!
AND I WILL SCOOP UP A HANDFUL OF WATER.,
AFTER WASHING MY FACE AND MY LIPS, I DRINK IT.
I HAVE TO STAY HERE TO LIVE. I AM LIVING HERE.
AND I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.
BUT SOMEWHERE OUT THERE, IN ANOTHER COUNTRY,
WINTERS DO NOT A KNOWN HERE, A SNOW EITHER.
BUT THE CRANES ARE FLYING FROM THEM TO HERE.
THEIR MEMORY DRIVES THEM, RIGHT?
OR IS IT CHASING THAT WHICH IS ONLY HERE
THEY HAVE TASTED A LOT OF THAT WAM TRUE LOVE,
CONCEIVING CHICKS, GIVING BIRTH, RAISING,
THEY FLY AWAY ON THEIR OWN WINGS TO THE SKY.
18.02.2026. ENGLAND
ИННА БАЛЬЗИНА
ИАННА ИННА БАЛЬЗИНА-БАЛЬЗИН
ИННА БАЛЬЗИНА-БАЛЬЗИН
INNA BALZINA
INNA BALZINA-BALZIN
EANNA INNA BALZINA-BALZIN
THE SEARCH FOR THE USOLTSEVS IN SIBERIA, POEM SONG
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. Англия
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
Поиск Усольцевых Рассказ старого деда
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© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
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18.02.2026. Англия
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. Англия
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня
Птицы в поднебесье улетели, журавли,
Курлыкая, и клинушек их нёсся от земли.
Весною, как растопит снег, - трава, цветы кругом, -
Вернутся к нам журавлики. Они хотят тепло.
Их ножки длинны-длинные
Как будто комаринные.
А крылья взмахи длинные,
Как Ангелы Повинные.
Как Ангелы Наказаны:
И в Аисты Заказаны.
И Журавлями Белыми
С Ногами комаринными.
А люди смотрят: - Ангелы?
Летят от нас ? Мы ж грешные?
Летят до нас? Мы ж грешные?
Спасать всех норовят?
Чтобы твоя, коль, душенька,
Отмаевшись, отжив своё,
То полетела б в небушко,
Пернатой птичкой: Журавлём.
- Чок-чок, тук-тук, - долбящий звук
У Дятла топоришка нет:
Он любопытным клювом, стук,
Червей выискивал: долбил.
Потом в дупло, что продолбил,
Стал дом у Белок, - там Бельчат,
Качало ветром высоко:
- А ну-ка, спать! А ну-ка, спать!
И я под деревом стоял.
Кедрову шишку поднимал.
И пахла шишка вся смолой:
Вот Чудо Леса ж! Боже ж мой!
Бельчата с белкой, углядев,
Мне на ладонь, с ладони той,
Орешки с кедра , им, им всем,
Отдал на память: - Вы со мной!
Как сложно жить среди людей.
Когда исчезла доброта.
Когда простить тебя не смог.
Что не прощала ты меня.
И остаёмся мы одни.
Вокруг леса, тайга, луга.
И вдаль несутся Журавли:
- Прощайте, люди! Нам - пора!
И горсть воды я зачерпну,
Омыв лицо, и губы: пью.
Мне оставаться тут и жить.
И на работу мне ходить.
А где то там, в стране другой,
Зимы не знают и снегов.
Но журавли сюда летят.
Их память гонит, посещать?
Иль гонит то: что только тут
Они любви отведав пуд,
Птенцов зачав, родив, подняв,
На крыльях улетают вдаль.
18.02.2026. Англия
Инна Бальзина
Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Inna Balzina
Inna Balzina-Balzin
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. АНГЛИЯ
ПОИСК УСОЛЬЦЕВЫХ, В СИБИРИ, СТИХИ, ПЕСНЯ
ПТИЦЫ В ПОДНЕБЕСЬЕ УЛЕТЕЛИ, ЖУРАВЛИ,
КУРЛЫКАЯ, И КЛИНУШЕК ИХ НЁССЯ ОТ ЗЕМЛИ.
ВЕСНОЮ, КАК РАСТОПИТ СНЕГ, - ТРАВА, ЦВЕТЫ КРУГОМ, -
ВЕРНУТСЯ К НАМ ЖУРАВЛИКИ. ОНИ ХОТЯТ ТЕПЛО.
ИХ НОЖКИ ДЛИННЫ-ДЛИННЫЕ
КАК БУДТО КОМАРИННЫЕ.
А КРЫЛЬЯ ВЗМАХИ ДЛИННЫЕ,
КАК АНГЕЛЫ ПОВИННЫЕ.
КАК АНГЕЛЫ НАКАЗАНЫ:
И В АИСТЫ ЗАКАЗАНЫ.
И ЖУРАВЛЯМИ БЕЛЫМИ
С НОГАМИ КОМАРИННЫМИ.
А ЛЮДИ СМОТРЯТ: - АНГЕЛЫ?
ЛЕТЯТ ОТ НАС ? МЫ Ж ГРЕШНЫЕ?
ЛЕТЯТ ДО НАС? МЫ Ж ГРЕШНЫЕ?
СПАСАТЬ ВСЕХ НОРОВЯТ?
ЧТОБЫ ТВОЯ, КОЛЬ, ДУШЕНЬКА,
ОТМАЕВШИСЬ, ОТЖИВ СВОЁ,
ТО ПОЛЕТЕЛА Б В НЕБУШКО,
ПЕРНАТОЙ ПТИЧКОЙ: ЖУРАВЛЁМ.
- ЧОК-ЧОК, ТУК-ТУК, - ДОЛБЯЩИЙ ЗВУК
У ДЯТЛА ТОПОРИШКА НЕТ:
ОН ЛЮБОПЫТНЫМ КЛЮВОМ, СТУК,
ЧЕРВЕЙ ВЫИСКИВАЛ: ДОЛБИЛ.
ПОТОМ В ДУПЛО, ЧТО ПРОДОЛБИЛ,
СТАЛ ДОМ У БЕЛОК, - ТАМ БЕЛЬЧАТ,
КАЧАЛО ВЕТРОМ ВЫСОКО:
- А НУ-КА, СПАТЬ! А НУ-КА, СПАТЬ!
И Я ПОД ДЕРЕВОМ СТОЯЛ.
КЕДРОВУ ШИШКУ ПОДНИМАЛ.
И ПАХЛА ШИШКА ВСЯ СМОЛОЙ:
ВОТ ЧУДО ЛЕСА Ж! БОЖЕ Ж МОЙ!
БЕЛЬЧАТА С БЕЛКОЙ, УГЛЯДЕВ,
МНЕ НА ЛАДОНЬ, С ЛАДОНИ ТОЙ,
ОРЕШКИ С КЕДРА , ИМ, ИМ ВСЕМ,
ОТДАЛ НА ПАМЯТЬ: - ВЫ СО МНОЙ!
КАК СЛОЖНО ЖИТЬ СРЕДИ ЛЮДЕЙ.
КОГДА ИСЧЕЗЛА ДОБРОТА.
КОГДА ПРОСТИТЬ ТЕБЯ НЕ СМОГ.
ЧТО НЕ ПРОЩАЛА ТЫ МЕНЯ.
И ОСТАЁМСЯ МЫ ОДНИ.
ВОКРУГ ЛЕСА, ТАЙГА, ЛУГА.
И ВДАЛЬ НЕСУТСЯ ЖУРАВЛИ:
- ПРОЩАЙТЕ, ЛЮДИ! НАМ - ПОРА!
И ГОРСТЬ ВОДЫ Я ЗАЧЕРПНУ,
ОМЫВ ЛИЦО, И ГУБЫ: ПЬЮ.
МНЕ ОСТАВАТЬСЯ ТУТ И ЖИТЬ.
И НА РАБОТУ МНЕ ХОДИТЬ.
А ГДЕ ТО ТАМ, В СТРАНЕ ДРУГОЙ,
ЗИМЫ НЕ ЗНАЮТ И СНЕГОВ.
НО ЖУРАВЛИ СЮДА ЛЕТЯТ.
ИХ ПАМЯТЬ ГОНИТ, ПОСЕЩАТЬ?
ИЛЬ ГОНИТ ТО: ЧТО ТОЛЬКО ТУТ
ОНИ ЛЮБВИ ОТВЕДАВ ПУД,
ПТЕНЦОВ ЗАЧАВ, РОДИВ, ПОДНЯВ,
НА КРЫЛЬЯХ УЛЕТАЮТ ВДАЛЬ.
18.02.2026. АНГЛИЯ
ИННА БАЛЬЗИНА
ИАННА ИННА БАЛЬЗИНА-БАЛЬЗИН
ИННА БАЛЬЗИНА-БАЛЬЗИН
INNA BALZINA
INNA BALZINA-BALZIN
EANNA INNA BALZINA-BALZIN
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. England
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song
The birds in the sky have flown away, The Cranes,
Purring, and their wedge was rushing from the ground.
In spring, as soon as the snow melts,
The grass and flowers are all around,
The Cranes will return to us. They want warmth.
Their legs are so long, so long.
They look like Mosquitoes.
And Their Wings are long,
Like The Guilty Angels.
How Angels Are Punished:
And to Be The Storks Are Ordered.
And to be The White Cranes
With Mosquito legs.
And people are watching:
- Watch them! They are Our Angels? on sky?
They are
Flying away from us ? Are we sinners?
Are they flying to us? Are we sinners?
Are they trying to save everyone's soul here?
To yours, if, darling,
Having got over it, having outlived its time,
I would have flown to heaven,
A feathered bird: A Crane. A Stork. a Heron.
- Chok-chok, knock-knock, - a hammering sound,
The Woodpecker does not have a hatchet:
He has got a curious beak, knock,
He was looking for Worms: He was hammering.
Then into the hollow that was hollowed out,
The Squirrels have a house,
And there are a lot little small babies Squirrels there,
The Wind was blowing high:
- Come on, go to sleep! Come on, go to sleep!
And I was standing under a tree.
I was lifting a cedar cone.
And this whole cone has smelled of resin:
That is the Miracle of the Forest! Oh my God!
Squirrels babies with Their Mother Squirrel,
Having seen,
Into my palm, out of that palm,
All nuts from the cedar, - to them, to them all,
I gave them nuts as a souvenir: - You are with me!
- You are mine!
How difficult it is to live among people.
When a kindness disappeared.
When I could not forgive you.
That you did not forgive me.
And we are left alone.
There are forests, taiga, and meadows around.
And Cranes are rushing into the distance:
- Goodbye! It is time for us to go! Goodbye!
And I will scoop up a handful of water.,
After washing my face and my lips, I drink it.
I have to stay here to live. I am living here.
And I have to go to work.
But somewhere out there, in another country,
Winters do not a known here, a snow either.
But the cranes are flying from them to here.
Their memory drives them, right?
Or is it chasing that which is only here
They have tasted a lot of that warm true love,
Conceiving chicks, giving birth, raising,
They fly away on their own wings to the sky.
18.02.2026. England
Инна Бальзина
Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Инна Бальзина-Бальзин
Inna Balzina
Inna Balzina-Balzin
Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3994
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/996
© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
© Copyright: Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
© Copyright: Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin, 2026
18.02.2026. ENGLAND
THE SEARCH FOR THE USOLTSEVS IN SIBERIA, POEM SONG
THE BIRDS IN THE SKY HAVE FLOWN AWAY, THE CRANES,
PURRING, AND THEIR WEDGE WAS RUSHING FROM THE GROUND.
IN SPRING, AS SOON AS THE SNOW MELTS,
THE GRASS AND FLOWERS ARE ALL AROUND,
THE GRANES WILL RETURN TO US. THEY WANT WARMTH.
THEIR LEGS ARE SO LONG, SO LONG.
THEY LOOK LIKE MOSQUITOES.
AND THEIR WINGS ARE LONG,
LIKE THE GUILTY ANGELS.
HOW ANGELS ARE PUNISHED:
AND TO BE THE STORKS ARE ORDERED.
AND TO BE THE WHITE CRANES
WITH MOSQUITO LEGS.
AND PEOPLE ARE WATCHING:
- WATCH THEM! THEY ARE OUR ANGELS? ON SKY?
THEY ARE
FLYING AWAY FROM US ? ARE WE SINNERS?
ARE THEY FLYING TO US? ARE WE SINNERS?
ARE THEY TRYING TO SAVE EVERYONE'S SOUL HERE?
TO YOURS, IF, DARLING,
HAVING GOT OVER IT, HAVING OUTLIVED ITS TIME,
I WOULD HAVE FLOWN TO HEAVEN,
A FEATHERED BIRD: A CRANE. A STORK. A HEARON.
- CHOK-CHOK, KNOCK-KNOCK, - A HAMMERING SOUND,
THE WOODPECKER DOES NOT HAVE A HATCHET:
HE HAS GOT A CURIOUS BEAK, KNOCK,
HE WAS LOOKING FOR WORMS: HE WAS HAMMERING.
THEN INTO THE HOLLOW THAT WAS HOLLOWED OUT,
THE SQUIRRELS HAVE A HOUSE,
AND THERE ARE A LOT LITTLE SMALL BABIES SQUIRRELS THERE,
THE WIND WAS BLOWING HIGH:
- COME ON, GO TO SLEEP! COME ON, GO TO SLEEP!
AND I WAS STANDING UNDER A TREE.
I WAS LIFTING A CEDAR CONE.
AND THIS WHOLE CONE HAS SMELLED OF RESIN:
THAT IS THE MIRACLE OF THE FOREST! OH MY GOD!
SQUIRRELS BABIES WITH THEIR MOTHER SQUIRREL,
HAVING SEEN,
INTO MY PALM, OUT OF THAT PALM,
ALL NUTS FROM THE CEDAR, - TO THEM, TO THEM ALL,
I GAVE THEM NUTS AS A SOUVENIR: - YOU ARE WITH ME!
- YOU ARE MINE!
HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO LIVE AMONG PEOPLE.
WHEN A KINDNESS DISAPPEARED.
WHEN I COULD NOT FORGIVE YOU.
THAT YOU DID NOT FORGIVE ME.
AND WE ARE LEFT ALONE.
THERE ARE FORESTS, TAIGA, AND MEADOWS AROUND.
AND CRANES ARE RUSHING INTO THE DISTANCE:
- GOODBYE! IT IS TIME FOR US TO GO! GOODBYE!
AND I WILL SCOOP UP A HANDFUL OF WATER.,
AFTER WASHING MY FACE AND MY LIPS, I DRINK IT.
I HAVE TO STAY HERE TO LIVE. I AM LIVING HERE.
AND I HAVE TO GO TO WORK.
BUT SOMEWHERE OUT THERE, IN ANOTHER COUNTRY,
WINTERS DO NOT A KNOWN HERE, A SNOW EITHER.
BUT THE CRANES ARE FLYING FROM THEM TO HERE.
THEIR MEMORY DRIVES THEM, RIGHT?
OR IS IT CHASING THAT WHICH IS ONLY HERE
THEY HAVE TASTED A LOT OF THAT WAM TRUE LOVE,
CONCEIVING CHICKS, GIVING BIRTH, RAISING,
THEY FLY AWAY ON THEIR OWN WINGS TO THE SKY.
18.02.2026. ENGLAND
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INNA BALZINA
INNA BALZINA-BALZIN
EANNA INNA BALZINA-BALZIN
THE SEARCH FOR THE USOLTSEVS IN SIBERIA, POEM SONG
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
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The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
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© Copyright: Ианна Инна Бальзина-Бальзин, 2026
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18.02.2026. Англия
Поиск Усольцевых в Сибири, стихи, песня (18.02.2026. Англия)
https://stihi.ru/2026/02/18/3935
http://proza.ru/2026/02/18/979
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The Search For The Usoltsevs In Siberia, Poem Song (18.02.2026. England)
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