Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
Русские женщины - мои стихи
Сегодня подумала,
Даже не знаю:
Я русская женщина
Любимая мама.
Бывает без денег,
В платье поношенном,
Я жизнью любой
Совсем не испорчена.
Может такие мы –
Русские женщины.
My story - a few thoughts
Long time ago,
Lets say that way,
I wanted to be a cop
And I went good way,
College, university,
Papa had few friends.
I had got uniform,
Tight blue pants.
Went fr a ride
To see my friends.
Someone screamed,
"The girls are fighting!
Those (nice word) girls
Were so exited,
Knifes, blades everywhere,
I asked my self,
What I am doing right here.
Well, I completely freaked out.
Instead of calling for help,
I called my mama...
Lets say that way,
I wanted to be a cop
And I went good way,
College, university,
Papa had few friends.
I had got uniform,
Tight blue pants.
Went fr a ride
To see my friends.
Someone screamed,
"The girls are fighting!
Those (nice word) girls
Were so exited,
Knifes, blades everywhere,
I asked my self,
What I am doing right here.
Well, I completely freaked out.
Instead of calling for help,
I called my mama...
Getto girls - just a few thoughts for me
I am living in the getto.
I had no idea
Until it was shouting
And police right here.
"What to expect,
It is getto mam".
It is the first place
It's real.
And the people nice to me.
I get smiles,
I get support from all the getto girls.
They call me "sis".
Boys call "miss"
Whats up sista,
Lets go for run.
We getta girls should take care each one.
Every morning:
"Lets go for run,
Lets go for a run".
I had no idea
Until it was shouting
And police right here.
"What to expect,
It is getto mam".
It is the first place
It's real.
And the people nice to me.
I get smiles,
I get support from all the getto girls.
They call me "sis".
Boys call "miss"
Whats up sista,
Lets go for run.
We getta girls should take care each one.
Every morning:
"Lets go for run,
Lets go for a run".
Thank you!
My very spesial friend Marina! Hope see you soon,
Thank you for all your hard work for me!
Thank you for all your hard work for me!
Spring jogging
I had my first spring jogging!!!!!!!!
And there is lots of love in the air!!!!!!!!!
Have an amazing day!!!!!!!!!!
And there is lots of love in the air!!!!!!!!!
Have an amazing day!!!!!!!!!!
My King - a few thoughts for my new poem
Then he said
He was just leaving.
May be I'll be more forgiving.
May be he is a bad father,
May be I should talk my mother.
I smiled:
I have my son,
I have my King.
Two years without money,
Cause "money is not everything"
I smiled:
I have my son,
I have my King.
When people asked me
Why you wear the same clothes,
Why I sold my gold ring,
I smiled:
I have my son,
I have my King.
Only once I stood near the fire line.
The God wiped my tears softly
And smiled:
You have your son,
You have your King!
He was just leaving.
May be I'll be more forgiving.
May be he is a bad father,
May be I should talk my mother.
I smiled:
I have my son,
I have my King.
Two years without money,
Cause "money is not everything"
I smiled:
I have my son,
I have my King.
When people asked me
Why you wear the same clothes,
Why I sold my gold ring,
I smiled:
I have my son,
I have my King.
Only once I stood near the fire line.
The God wiped my tears softly
And smiled:
You have your son,
You have your King!
You are my secret - my poem
You are the star!
And stars you wear every day
On uniform will say the same.
Who you belong?
Your country that uses you
And orders fight?
"We pay you salary,
All right!"
"We pay you salary,
All right!"
Another woman,
Who doesn't care any more?
"Just leave me please alone,
I have a lover, astma and migrene!"
No, you belong to me!
"Just leave me please alone,
I have a lover, astma and migrene!"
No, you belong to me!
A stranger
From a very far.
I love, because I've met you,
I know who you really are.
I know who you really are.
I see what gentleman you are,
What kind of man you trully are!
What kind of man you trully are!
You are my secret dream.
I love from very far.
I love from very far.
А вьюга шумит ночами - мои стихи
А вьюга шумит ночами,
Белеют дороги мои.
Как жаль кого мы любили
Не встретитить уже на пути.
Снегами их судьбы заносит,
Уносит с метелями в даль.
А сердце лишь верности просит,
Храня лиц любимых печать.
(Ирина Муравлёва)
А мне мама, а мне мама говорит
А мне мама, а мне мама говорит:
Ты красиво одевайся,
За собой седить старайся,
Спортом больше занимайся,
Да пораньше просыпайся,
И по-чаще улыбайся,
Будь любима,
Будь счастлива,
Будь добра и справедлива,
Будь приятна, аккуратна,
Жизнь ведь так невероятна!
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My great grandmother stories - Zorka (the cow)
The most loved story (I think I still remember every word and my great grandmother's smile every time she was speaking) was the story about their cow Zorka.
My great grandmother would always say: "We would not survive without the cow. Cold, no much food for us, but Zorka had always the best grass, because we knew without her milk the children would have no food at all. My cousin had a new born and the first year it was just Zorka's milk.
Zorka was like a dog. She would stay and go when you say. I kiss her noise and say: "Zorka, Zorka" and Zorka would say:"Moo!"
My great grandmother would always say: "We would not survive without the cow. Cold, no much food for us, but Zorka had always the best grass, because we knew without her milk the children would have no food at all. My cousin had a new born and the first year it was just Zorka's milk.
Zorka was like a dog. She would stay and go when you say. I kiss her noise and say: "Zorka, Zorka" and Zorka would say:"Moo!"
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Зимняя вьюга, подруга моя - мои стихи
Зимняя вьюга
Подруга моя.
Снежинками нежно
Меня обнимает.
Родная моя,
Родная моя.
Ну что же опять
Тебе не хватает.
Я знаю, я знаю
Ты хочешь весны.
Я знаю, я знаю
Мечтаешь о лете.
А мы расстаёмся
С тобой до зимы,
Порадуй меня
Самым лучшим на свете.
Я знаю, я знаю
Ты хочешь весны.
Я знаю, я знаю
Мечтаешь о лете.
А мы расстаёмся
С тобой до зимы,
Порадуй меня
Самым лучшим на свете.
The winter blizzard
Is my friend.
Her snowflakes
Gently hug me.
My dear,
My dear.
Well again,
What you do not have enough.
I know, I know
You want the spring.
I know, I know
Dreaming of summer.
And we separating
With you until cold,
Then make my day
The best in the world.
I know, I know
You want the spring.
I know, I know
Dreaming of summer.
And we separating
With you until cold,
Then make my day
The best in the world.
My great grand mother stories - part 1
My great grand mother was 16 years old when she got married to my great grand father (who was 17 years older).
Sasha (her name) was the oldest out of 6 sisters and 2 brothers. She was about 5 years old when she knew how to cook, clean the house, take care of the kids and the animals. Her family was very poor compare to my great grand father's and when she turned 16 she was told she has to get married. It was a tradition in most of the Soviet villages at that time - the oldest daughter had to merry first and 16 years was allowed time.
My great grand father Pavel was a good man, and soon Sasha had a son - Alexander or Sasha. Than they had a girl, my grand mother - Iraida or Ira.
Sasha's parents, two brothers and grandmother. The picture was taken in about 1920th.
Sasha (her name) was the oldest out of 6 sisters and 2 brothers. She was about 5 years old when she knew how to cook, clean the house, take care of the kids and the animals. Her family was very poor compare to my great grand father's and when she turned 16 she was told she has to get married. It was a tradition in most of the Soviet villages at that time - the oldest daughter had to merry first and 16 years was allowed time.
My great grand father Pavel was a good man, and soon Sasha had a son - Alexander or Sasha. Than they had a girl, my grand mother - Iraida or Ira.
Sasha's parents, two brothers and grandmother. The picture was taken in about 1920th.
My Great grandmother' stories
For my beautiful Russian Great grandmother!
with me
When I was born my parents were studying in the medical university, first year. And in 1977 there were no maternity leave, day care, anything for the students. You continue to study or you go home with the baby. My grandmother brought me home in her village when I was one week old. And fr almost 5 years I had been living with my grandparents and my great grandmother in the Russian village. And of curse, my grandparents were working too, they were doctors, busy and away all day. My great grand mother and her friends (mostly old Russian ladies "Babyshki") were watching me all the time. My grandmother says, I was going to hands to hand, lips t lips, because everyone wanted to hold and kiss the baby.
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