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 |  Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
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NURTURE your NATURE  Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.   |
| This version is wonderful with the late (1962-2017) great Dmitri Hvorostovsky's low baritone voice. The tune is an ear-worm for me. No idea when I first heard it. Never did learn the words. Russia has given the world some deeply emotional melodies and lyrics. The old Soviet anthem is another favorite. Very stirring. When the song gets into my head, I imagine myself spinning very slowly and then upping the tempo until I can no longer stand, then slow down and collapse. The piece is peaceful, a bit melancholic, hopeful. May be what I need to hear right now. 🇷🇺 Moscow Nights 🇷🇺 English translation (U of Pittsburgh) Even whispers aren't heard in the garden, Everything has died down till morning. If you only knew how dear to me Are these Moscow nights. The river moves, unmoving, All in silver moonlight. A song is heard, yet unheard, In these silent nights. Why do you, dear, look askance, With your head lowered so? It is hard to express, and hard to hold back, Everything that my heart holds. But the dawn's becoming ever brighter. So please, just be good. Don't you, too, forget These summer, Moscow nights. Не слышны в саду даже шорохи Всё здесь замерло до утра Если б знали вы, как мне дороги Подмосковные вечера Если б знали вы, как мне дороги Подмосковные вечера Речка движется и не движется Вся из лунного серебра Песня слышится И не слышится В эти тихие вечера В эти тихие вечера Что ж ты милая, смотришь искоса Низко голову наклоня? Трудно высказать И не высказать Всё, что на сердце у меня А рассвет уже всё заметнее Так, пожалуйста, будь добра Не забудь и ты эти летние Подмосковные вечера! Не забудь и ты эти летние Подмосковные вечера! |
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