In a glass of Crimean port wine I hear:
The music of
The gentle rustle of the jellyfish,
The splash of
the salty wave,
The fresh morning breeze, and
Your sweet voice,
Your “Good morning!”
Oh, I see:
That Milky Way over the bridge,
The reflection of the bizarre clouds,
of a Greek amphora,
The Golden dust of Chersonesos,
face, so close!
All the sunrises and sunsets of the
Here, I feel:
The aroma of the juniper groves,
The sweet onions of Yalta,
The bitterness of the wormwood,
The smell of the trout
chowder, mixed with the bonfire smoke,
The taste of your kiss,
and a whole
universe of countless miracles!
Do you know what I have?
A magic vessel, where all the summer mysteries are sealed!