Batik painting "Venice"

Batik painting "Venice".

Panels for interior, cold batik, natural silk.

Later. The giants on the tower
Loudly hit three.
Heart nights besstrashny,
Traveler, be quiet and watch.

The city, as the voice of the Naiads,
In the ghostly light of the past
Lace userna arcade,
The water froze to glass.

Right, hide sorceresses
The veil of black gondolas
Where the lights on the Laguna
Thousands of fiery bees.

The lion on the column, and bright
The lion's eyes are burning,
Holds The Gospel Of Mark,
Seraphim as winged.

And on the heights of the Cathedral,
Where mosaic gloss,
Chu, dove choir
Sigh, cooing and splashing.

Maybe it's a joke,
Rocks and water magic,
Haze? The traveler is terribly,
Suddenly... anyone, anything?

Shouted. Didn't you hear
He oberwallis fell
In a shaky, pale gave
Venetian mirrors.
"Nikolai Gumilev. Venice."