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Mikhail Ryasnyansky (1926-2003)
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  • Memories (1997)
  • Memories (2001)
  • Poems
    • To a Budding Genius
    • Talents and Scoundrels
    • The Dream the Elephant Had
    • Bel Canto and the Frying Pan
    • Talent and envy
    • On the Perils of Letter-Worship
    • The Queen Crow
    • An Epochal Era
    • On a Gentle Pink Morning
    • I love you no more.
    • Ah, I Would Give!
    • Domestic Matters
    • Love Comes in Many Forms
    • New Year’s, Festive
    • To the Student and Friend Viktor Khilkov
    • At Seventy
    • To Dmitry Kremin
    • To Alexander Vycherov
    • Happy Holiday to You, Inna Konstantinovna
    • To Y.A. Makushin, Sculptor
    • To A.P. Zavgorodniy, on His 70th Birthday
    • To Anatoly Malyarov
    • Ballad of the Unknown Soldier
    • Lead March
    • For Those Who Are With Us
Mikhail Ryasnyansky (1926-2003) Mikhail Ryasnyansky (1926-2003)

New Year’s, Festive

Self-loving and stubborn,
I greet the New Year alone.
Mother waited, but waited in vain—
Her son turned out a beast, unknown.

Not that I’m fully drunk,
But today, everyone drinks.
I clink glasses with the mirror, my friend.
(Ah, too bad this friend never lies!)

Alas, I see an old man,
Life flashed by, the song is sung…
And only in dreams the river flows again,
You laugh, and summer laughs along.

You are distant, yet near,
So much sun, so much light appears!
And to myself, I seem a poet.
(Lord! Have mercy on the fool!)

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