Pictures: The little mermaid

These Poems by Roman Gorovoy were written specifically for my painting

There were a lot of different things in the old days, -
The carcass in the ear is a burning log.
-Come on, you, try to cook, -
Talking, grandfather rubbed a spoon on his knee

- Go and take a slice to the river, -
Cutting off a piece of bread on his chest:
Alyonka, at least with a gift, but to help.
Frozen devsak on the edge of the sky.

- Yes, says the people, there was one...
She followed her fiance under the water.
To know what a penny is worth on a market day,
Since then , he 's been walking around the moon.

As it used to happen in Russia?
A man will step on the edge of the forest
And so that you don 't vote for her later
He will always take a toy for the devil...

Will the lights be called by grass or dew,
The beauty of a maiden, the spirit of tomya as if,
To the night river, where the pools are black,
And the charms of those are powerless even the wise.

It 's fun to become a flighty maidens,
Mermaid night plunge into the waters.
Consider it gone, wearing a wreath from them –
They ruined Mavka 's soul carelessly,

The heart will cool down in the coolness of quiet waters,
Only the moonlight will wake you up among the lilies –
To dispel the longing – to frighten the people,
Laughing, so that the blood froze in my veins.

The scientist will wave off – he will say, drink!
From the village – leshy kolobrodit.
Only a girl is ready to howl like a wolf,
Who was nice to her, does not leave her heart.

Such, brother, took her sadness!
I decided, then, to follow the black river,
So that the merman will marry them with a nice one –
He does not see himself under the light without it.

And the girl, I'll say, was brisk –
I took the fish kingdom to the board.
I let all the guys go, what I could,
But to return myself, there is no place...

And since then it has been like a mist
It merges with the moon in a single color.
Beautiful, naked,
Yes, only one beauty that will not notice.

That 's just warms up without heat,
By returning her already alive to people,
Who once created from the rib
And he does not judge for hot love.