Kostroma


Is about to go away with Privolnoye space
In the distant edge of the edge of a cold winter,
And I remember that there is a good city,
Ancient Russian city of Kostroma.

Noisy in the evening Volga side.
Hear beeps river in the distance.
Goes to the factory devchyonka River
In her smart silk scarf.

Handkerchief - a gift of mine, pray tell,
Already the third year if it keeps,
Already there from that time did not stir up
Her deep blue eyes?

Steep path, the way blizzard
Gone separation and passed the winter,
And for me now inseparable
Spring, love, and Kostroma!