Poems: So many people you can take to bad...Author: Eduard AsadovRead by Anatoly SuprunyukLirycs:So many people you can take to bedSo few you feel like waking up withWho in the morning when goodbyes are saidYou feel like waving to and smiling to,and then you wait to hear from them all day longSo many people just to live with,Have coffee in the morning, chat, dispute,To go on holiday, enjoy the seaside with,To share joys and sorrows, as you should,To be by their side... but not to love.So few to dream together withTo watch the clouds drifting in the skiesTo write the words of love on the first snowTo think of nothing else but those eyesTo know or desire no other bliss than that.So few you can keep silence withWho understand midsentence, from half a glanceWho are worth devoting year after year to,For whom you can endure any pain,Be willing to sacrifice your life at once...As history repeats itself, the same goes on and on.People meet easily and part with no regret...No grief, whatsoever, no concernBecause there are so many you can take to bedAnd so few you feel like waking up with.Life weaves us into its designed patternSubdued we go through motions and routineOne who would like to hear, needs to listen,If you run fast, you'll notice only fleshIf you slow down, souls will be seen...When faced with choice, we use both heart and mindTo make decisions... We go crazy within reasonAt times being too shy to smile in return...We open our souls only to people of one kindThe one that makes us feel like waking up with...

✒️ “If—” by Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936)

🎙️ Read by Anatoly Suprunyuk

🌍 A timeless guide to inner strength, humility, and resilience.

Written in 1895, “If—” has become one of the most quoted poems in the English language. It speaks to anyone who's ever tried to stay calm in chaos, keep their soul in the noise, and keep going when everything falls apart.

🕯️ I gave voice to these words to honor their clarity, calm, and courage.

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📜 Poem by Sergey Yesenin (1895–1925)

🎙️ Read in English by Anatoly Suprunyuk

✍️ Originally written in 1923

📝 Translated and recited with care to preserve the poetic voice of Yesenin — the iconic Russian poet of the Silver Age.

In this tender and confessional piece, Yesenin steps away from his image as a rebellious “hooligan poet” to explore vulnerability, love, and transformation. This English adaptation seeks to carry the emotional resonance of the original into a new language and context.

Lyrics:

Azure space is aflame up above,

I"ve forgotten my home destination...

For the first time I"m singing of love,

For the first time I give up contention.

I was all like a desolate garden,

I was greedy for women and potions.

Now, I don’t want to sing and to dance,

And to squander my life void of caution.

If I only could look at your cast

And your eyes’ golden-hazel vortex,

So that, out of love with the past,

You were able to go to none else.

Your light stature, your airy gait,

If you knew in your stubborn feeling

How a hooligan can venerate,

How a hooligan can be lenient.

All those pubs I would never attend,

And my poems would all be forgotten,

If you let me take hold of your hand

And your hair, the colour of autumn.

I would follow you ever, my dove,

Be it distant or close destination...

For the first time I"m singing of love,

For the first time I give up contention.

Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (sometimes spelled as Esenin) was a Russian lyric poet. He is one of the most popular and well-known Russian poets of the 20th century, known for "his lyrical evocations of and nostalgia for the village life of his childhood – no idyll, presented in all its rawness, with an implied curse on urbanisation and industrialisation"

🖋️ Eduard Asadov was a Soviet poet who lost his eyesight during World War II, but continued to write deeply emotional and philosophical poetry. This poem is one of his most moving works — a plea to appreciate each other while we're still here.📜 Poem by Eduard Asadov (1923–2004)🎙️ Read in English by Anatoly Suprunyuk❤️ A powerful Russian poem by Eduard Asadov — "While We Still Live" — read aloud in English.📚 Russian original title: "Пока мы живы" 🕊️ Theme: memory, compassion, life, love👇 Share your thoughts in the comments — how did it make you feel?#EduardAsadov #RussianPoetry #SpokenWord

Poems: I loved you...Author: Alexandr PushkinRead by Anatoly Suprunyuk