Ромелла Мовсесян. Лирика (сборник стихотворений)

ЗЕРКАЛО

 

Ты  остался  в  памяти   моей                                                                                                                  Всё  таким  же  молодым и  красивым  .                                                                                                                                                                Я  не видела  тебя  другим-                                                                                                                              Седым  , постаревшим и  больным .

 

И  ты не знаешь обо  мне  ничего.                                                                                                              Где  я  живу  , кого  люблю ,                                                                                                                           Какой  я стала, спустя  много лет .                                                                                                            А  помнишь ты  меня ,другую,                                                                                                                        Молодую , озорную?

 

Да ,у меня морщины.                                                                                                                            Да, глаза уж потускнели.                                                                                                                                    Я  в зеркало  редко  смотрю ,                                                                                                                             А там – лицо другое :

Совсем  не то, что ты  любил,                                                                                                                         Ласкал  и гладил, песни посвящал.

 

Ходила  гордая я ,молодая.                                                                                                                          Ты  музою  своею называл меня .

Прекрасно  ,что не видишь ты меня.                                                                                                    Пусть  в  памяти твоей                                                                                                                         Останусь  я -другая  ,красивая  и молодая.

 

А  в  зеркале  я  вижу женщину                                                                                                                    Постаревшую , больную .                                                                                                                      Послушай ,время ,остановись.                                                                                                                В  душе  я – та же  ,певунья ,хохотунья .

 

 

 

***                                                                                                                                                         Наступила  зима.                                                                                                                                    Снег  да  стужа  кругом .                                                                                                                                     На  душе  маета.                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Ты  забыл  обо мне .                                                                                                                                   Были  вместе всегда.                                                                                                                                            А  теперь суета …маета…                                                                                                               Разделяют с  тобой нас                                                                                                                                         Города  и года.                                                                                                                                                    Нет , не  верю ,                                                                                                                                                               Что ты вдруг  забыл

Всё забыл.                                                                                                                                                    Никогда  без внимания                                                                                                                                                                               Не  оставил  бы ты .                                                                                                                                           . Да. Просто  – это  судьба.                                                                                                                             Суета …маета …                                                                                                                                             Разделяют нас  с тобой                                                                                                                            Города и года .

 

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Безграничен простор бытия.                                                                                                                 Нет границ  у  любви .                                                                                                                                                                       Вечны  лишь  море и солнце ,                                                                                                                          Земля .. .Та ,что жизнь нам дала .                                                                                                               Есть  граница  человеческой жизни.                                                                                                                        Ты  пришёл  в этот мир ,                                                                                                                                             Сотворил, натворил , наследил,

Посадил  и  возвёл.                                                                                                                                      И  обратно в землю ушёл.                                                                                                                         Не  хочу  я к  границе той подходить.                                                                                                                                                          Там всё сыро , темно ,одиноко.                                                                                                                        Здесь и трудно ,и жарко  ,и холодно.                                                                                                       Прекрасно ! Есть цветы и улыбки,                                                                                                                                          Слёзы , смех ,крик детворы.                                                                                                                   Память  есть . О себе ,я надеюсь,                                                                                                                          Оставлю  её живым ,                                                                                                                                  Родным  и друзьям , моим ученикам.                                                                                                                    Добрую память .

 

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Сыновьям

 

Поэты многие писали                                                                                                                                            О  том как блещут звёзды ,                                                                                                                       Цветут  сады  и  музыка в душе играет,                                                                                                              Когда пришла  любовь .

Но всё  не  то .То чувствуют  другие .

Сам ты  должен полюбить                                                                                                                        Прочувствовать горечь и  радость.                                                                                                          Первая  любовь у всех –это  мама.                                                                                                          Её  глаза ,улыбка ,ласки .                                                                                                                                   Смех и слёзы  , руки…                                                                                                                                                                   Руки  гладкие и нежные ,                                                                                                                                                  Самые родные и любимые .                                                                                                                       Тот ,кто  забудет это не достоин                                                                                                         Жить ,дышать ,творить и улыбаться.                                                                                                Друзья придут –уйдут                                                                                                                                                 Ты будешь много в жизни плакать и смеяться                                                                                    Пройдут года- ты поседеешь .                                                                                                                   Но улыбка ,руки  ,слёзы мамы                                                                                                                       Навсегда  останутся в памяти твоей..

 

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Первая  любовь.

 

И  вот пора настала.                                                                                                                              Пришла она -твоя весна.                                                                                                                               Вдруг её увидел ,ты заметил,                                                                                                               Ты выделил её среди  толпы                                                                                                                                              Знакомых и незнакомых лиц.                                                                                                                                         И   сердце сжалось и заболело.                                                                                                                                 Ты окрылён .Готов на подвиги ,                                                                                                                                                                                      Готов читать стихи и петь  ,                                                                                                                      И закружиться в танце.                                                                                                                       А  иногда  стоять ,молчать                                                                                                                                                                                                    И  пристально смотреть                                                                                                                                                                                    В её красивые любимые глаза.                                                                                                            Хочу ,всегда с  тобою быть                                                                                                                                     Чтобы ты была похожа на мать.                                                                                                                        Мгновенья…сохрани их в памяти.                                                                                                            Из  них и строятся года ..

 

 

 

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Жизнь – мгновения

 

Мгновений  счастливых, радостных ,                                                                                                         На свете  мало , но ты их сохрани ,                                                                                                                                        В  них всё прекрасно :

И улыбка, слова и смех.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Любуйся  ею ты ,своей Любовью .                                                                                                                 Не тумань  прекрасный взор.                                                                                                                    Не расточайте чувства, берегите их.                                                                                                                    Всё в жизни преходяще.                                                                                                                                      Первая любовь – одна .                                                                                                                                                        Ты слышишь? Музыка играет,                                                                                                                      И всё любимые мотивы.                                                                                                                                                                       Ты  видишь ? Солнышко сверкает

Луна уже не холодна и не бледна.

Её лучи горяча как от жгучего света .                                                                                                        Трава, как будто ,зеленее.                                                                                                                                      Сады зацвели любимыми цветами                                                                                                                  И даже ветер дует по – другому.                                                                                                             Он щёки гладит и ласкает.                                                                                                                     И шепчет.  О любви                                                                                                                                                     Сохрани  мгновения .                                                                                                                                                                         Из  них состоит жизнь

 

***                                                                                                    Сегодня  очень  больно  мне ,                                                                                                                 Я что –то видела во сне .                                                                                                                            И что – то небо потускнело ,

Когда очень плохо ,  хочется  плакать .                                                                                                               на душе чтото не то.                                                                                                                                                               Хожу , как тень, но не хочется                                                                                                                          Ни смеяться , ни говорить .                                                                                                                       Сижу  ,лежу и  тупо так                                                                                                                                 Уставлюсь в стену тусклым взглядом.                                                                                                                             Мне грустно? Нет! Мне одиноко? Нет !                                                                                                            Сама с собой я не бываю  одинока.                                                                                                                        Прости меня ,о боже!                                                                                                                                          Наверное, слишком требовательна я.

 

 

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